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HOR^    GERMANICS: 


VERSION 


GERMAN    HYMNS. 


BY    HENRY    MILLS 


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AUBURN: 

H.  fc  J.  C.  IVISON,  GENESEE  STREET. 
1845. 


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the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  Northern  District 
of  New  Tork. 


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ADVERTISEMENT. 

The  Translator  would  premise  :  — 

Hymns  28,  46,  81,  and  121,  were  written  before 
he  could  venture  on  an  imitation  of  the  German  double 
rhyme ;  and  therefore  fail  to  exhibit  that  trait  of  their 
originals.  All  the  rest  give  the  precise  form  of  the 
German  stanza. 

As  to  the  character  of  the  version  — it  is  so  free  as  to 
furnish  no  apology  for  harshness  or  obscurity  in  its 
language  :  and  yet  sufficiently  dose  to  exclude  him  from 
all  claim  to  merit  for  the  thought. 

It  is  offered  as  "  a  specimen'"  of  an  almost  boundless 
store  of  German  hymns ;  and  should  it  also  prove  an 
acceptable  "  manual  for  ilie  closet"  his  highest  hopes 
respecting  it  will  be  answered. 

Auburn,  N.  Y. ,  November,  1 845. 


L'ENVOY. 


Go  forth,  little  book  !  —  I  to  others  now  leave  thee  ;  — 
Go  seek  among  strangers  in  future  thy  friends : 

If  worthy,  —  the  worthy  will  kindly  receive  thee; 
If  worthless,  —  neglect  is  thy  worthy  amends. 

Throughout  all  thy  growth,  I  have  taught  thee  with  pleasure. 
What  Germans  have  chanted,  in  English  to  tell : 

Amid  graver  cares,  and  in  seasons  of  leisure, 

I  've  lov'd  thee  ;  —  and,  loving,  now  bid  thee  Farewell ! 

And,  for  saint  the  most  feeble,  should  God  ever  use  thee, 
One  joy  to  impart,  or  one  murmur  restrain  ;  — 

Though  others,  in  scorn,  should  all  favor  refuse  thee,  — 
My  toil  and  my  pleasure  will  not  be  in  vain. 


HYMNS 

FROM    THE    GERMAN 


THE  GOD  OF  NATURE. 

1  Thou  Great  First  Cause  !  when,  of  thy  skill 

And  might,  the  traces  viewing, 
I  see  too  how  thy  love  is  still 

The  good  of  all  pursuing, 
Astonish'd  at  thy  matchless  ways, 
How  can  I  render  worthy  praise,  — 

My  God,  my  Lord,  and  Father  ! 

2  The  Earth,  where'er  I  turn  my  eye. 

Reveals  her  Maker's  glory  ; 
Through  day  and  night  the  shining  sky 

Of  praise  repeats  its  story  ; 
Who  for  the  Sun  there  fix'd  his  place  ? 
Who  clothes  him  with  majestic  grace  ? 

The  starry  hosts — Who  leads  them  ? 
1* 


HYMNS. 

Who  rules  the  fickle  raging  winds  ? 

The  clouds,  in  rain  distilling  ? 
And  Who  the  lap  of  Earth  unbinds, 

Our  stores  with  plenty  filling  ? 
Great  God,  thy  praises  shall  abide. 
And,  with  thy  goodness,  reach  as  wide 

As  wide  creation  reaches. 

Praise  thee  the  sunshine  and  the  storm ; 

Thy  praise  the  ocean  raises : 
"  Come  !"  —  says  the  meanest  reptile  form, 

"  Sing,  to  my  Maker,  praises  !" 
"  Me  " —  says  the  tree  in  bloom  array'd, 
*'  Me  " —  says  the  grain,  "  thy  God  has  made, 

"  Sing  praises  to  our  Maker !" 

'Tis  Man,  —  a  body,  of  thy  hand 

The  marvelous  formation ; 
'Tis  Man,  —  a  soul  to  understand 

Thy  wonders  of  creation  ; 
'Tis  Man, — who  to  himself  supplies 
Best  proof  that  thou  art  good  and  wise, — 

Who  best  should  sing  thy  praises. 

Now  pay  thy  honors  to  his  name, 

My  soul,  his  glories  telling : 
Thy  Father  and  thy  God  proclaim. 

The  world's  glad  anthem  swelling  : 
Let  all  our  race,  with  one  accord. 
Love,  trust,  and  serve  our  common  Lord  : 

Who  can  refuse  to  serve  him  i 

C.  F.  Gellert. 


HYMNS.  7 

2,  THE  GOD  OF  GRACE. 

1  Jehovah  is  my  light,  his  grace  revealing. 

In  Him  alone  perfection  finds  a  place, 
The  soul's  best  joys  are  in  Jehovah  dwelling, 

Jehovah  is  the  fount  of  holiness. 
This  light  to  me  can  endless  wonders  show. 

Perfection! — 'tis  to  this  my  hopes  aspire. 

While  yo7/.s  of  soul  but  quicken  my  desire 
That  I  for  holiness  to  Him  may  go. 

2  Jehovah — Who  can  comprehend  his  being  ? 

Here  human  thought  is  lost  in  wild'ring  maze  : 
But  from  his  word  I  much  may  learn,  there  seeing 

How  strangely  wise  and  good  are  all  his  ways. 
In  these,  Who  had  his  mind  and  purpose  known  ? 

Or  was  his  counselor,  his  course  to  guide  ? 

Proud  Reason,  blush  !  —  that  sea  is  far  too  wide, 
Too  deep  for  thee.  —  His  plans  are  all  his  own. 

3  Jehovah,  —  Source  of  life  to  all  that's  living  ! 

Eor  mortal  eye  thy  glories  are  too  bright ; 
Yet  through  my  pilgrimage  thy  light  receiving, 

May  I  rejoice  beneath  thy  watchful  sight. 
Thyself  art  light,  —  and  light  is  thine  abode. 

Thou  hatest  him  who  in  the  darkness  hides. 

But  him  thou  lovest  who  in  light  abides  — 
0  let  thy  brightness  shine  on  all  my  road  ! 

4  Jehovah,  God  with  me  !  —  till  life  is  ended. 

Be  all  my  days  in  thy  communion  pass'd ; 
My  soul,  till  then,  by  thy  kind  eye  attended. 
Thou  wilt  to  endless  glory  bring  at  last. 


HYMNS. 

Blind  sinner,  think  !  —  in  time  thy  danger  see  Z 
Refusing  light,  wilt  thou  the  darkness  take  ? 
At  death,  all  joy  and  hope  will  thee  forsake,. 

While  Light  and  Love  unite  my  God  and  me. 

Joachim  Neaadsv^ 


THE  GOD  OF  NATURE  AND  OF 
GRACE. 

1  Dread  Majesty  above ! 

Of  pray'r  none  else  is  worthy  : 
The  angels  laear  thy  throne 

With  rev'rence  bow  before  thee  r 
In  love  and  humble  faith 
Make  thou  our  souls  sincere,. 
That  we  may  seek  thy  face 
With  thanks  and  holy  fear. 

2  Thou  art  the  highest  good. 
To  ev'ry  ill  a  stranger ; 

Thy  bliss,  complete  in  thee,. 
Of  change  can  fear  no  danger  : 
All  glory  too  is  thine. 
Nor  creatures,  great  or  small. 
Thy  glory  can  increase, 
Great  Maker,  Lord  of  all, 

3  Thou  callest  what  was  not 
To  life  and  conscious  pleasure ; 

And  beings  round  thee  sprea(J 
In  numbers  out  of  measure : 


HYMNS. 

Thy  nature  all  is  love, 
And  thy  unbounded  skill. 
Unceasingly  employ'd, 
Thy  schemes  of  love  fulfil. 

4  Thou  speakest,  and  't  is  done  ; 
When  but  thy  word  was  given. 

The  frame  of  nature  rose  — 
The  earth  and  starry  heaven. 
Thy  will  through  all  the  world 
Such  deeds  of  power  show. 
As  creatures  else  would  think 
Beyond  all  pow'r  to  do. 

5  Thou  art  the  Lord  of  lords  ; 
And  earthly  kings,  the  highest, 

Before  thee  are  but  dust,  — 
Thou  all  their  strength  suppliest. 
Whose  pride  thou  wouldst  depress, 
Who  longer  can  sustain  ? 
But  whom  thou  wilt  exalt. 
Shall  envied  glory  gain. 

6  'T  is  thine  alone  to  live 
And  reign  supreme  forever. 

Life's  thine  to  give  or  take. 
We  breathe  but  by  thy  favor. 
The  soul  that  rules  in  us 
We  have,  Most  High,  from  thee  ;  — 
Were  such  thy  will,  it  dies, 
But  thou  must  ever  be. 

7  Thee  — who  has  ever  seen  ? 
Who  can  in  flesh  behold  thee  ? 


10  HYMNS. 

No  mortal  eye  could  bear 
The  splendors  that  infold  thee 
Where  thou,  in  glory  thron'd, 
Inhabitest  the  praise 
Which  angels  evermore. 
In  songs  of  rapture  raise. 

8  What  we,  immortal  King, 
Are  of  thy  nature  knowing. 

Thou  hast  thyself  reveal'd. 
Thy  works  and  counsels  showing. 
Creation  speaks  thy  power. 
More  clearly  still  thy  Son 
Displays  thy  wondrous  grace. 
And  makes  thy  godhead  known. 

9  Yet,  what  we  learn  of  thee 
With  shadows  here  is  shrouded ; 

But  soon  we  hope  a  light 
And  vision  all  unclouded. 
When  we  to  God  shall  come. 
No  shade  or  veil  between ; 
And  there  his  glory  see. 
As  we  ourselves  are  seen. 

19       Meantime  would  we  below 
Ne'er  cease  our  honors  bringing ; 

Despise  not.  Lord,  the  praise 
Our  stamm'ring  tongues  are  singing : 
When  we  shall  rise  to  thee 
In  realms  of  light  above. 
In  higher,  nobler  strains, 
We'll  sing  the  God  of  love. 


J.  S.  Dieterich, 


HYMNS.  11 

4,  POWER  OF  GOD. 

1  Who,  Lord,  thy  deeds  can  measure  ? 

Unbounded  is  thy  might, 
When  men  make  crime  their  pleasure, 

Thy  sword  for  slaughter's  bright. 
Destruction,  at  thy  bidding, 

Sweeps  o'er  what  thou  hadst  made, 
Submissive  to  thy  guiding, 

And,  at  thy  word,  is  stay'd. 

2  'Gainst  those  thy  will  despising 

Thy  glory  thou'lt  maintain  ; 
Their  wrath  to  fury  rising 

But  proves  their  rage  is  vain. 
Be  still,  ye  proud, — ^nor  longer 

Provoke  his  fearful  rod  ;  — 
Dream  not  that  ye  are  stronger 

Than  is  the  arm  of  God. 

3  Vain  hope,  his  church  to  trample  I 

Ye  foes,  mark  well  the  word  ! 
For  her — •resources  ample 

Are  ever  in  the  Lord. 
His  sword,  high  o'er  her  flaming, 

Shall  guard  and  banner  be ; 
Her  host,  in  fight  exclaiming — • 

"  The  Lord-  and  victory  / " 

p.  F.  Biller, 


12  HYMNS. 

5.  THE  LOVE  OF  GOD. 

1  God  is  love  —  then  sing  his  praises ! 

Love  that  shall  unchanging  be  ; 
Tell  what  joys  his  Spirit  raises, 

Making  known  that  love  to  thee ! 
While  his  holy  vengeance  flaming 

Reaches  to  the  lowest  hell, 
Love  he  still  himself  is  naming  — 

All  his  saints  approve  it  well. 

2  Love  !  which  he  to  men  revealing 

Points  them  to  his  dying  Son  : 
Love  !  —  all  human  thoughts  excelling, 

Measured  by  himself  alone  ;  — 
Broad  art  thou,  through  space  extending  ;  — 

Long,  —  to  last  when  time  shall  cease  ;  — 
Deep,  —  to  hopeless  guilt  descending  ;  — 

High  too,  —  reaching  heav'nly  bliss. 

3  Love  !  —  although  my  heart  can  never 

Thy  full  measure  comprehend, — 
O  make  vain  the  foe's  endeavor 

From  thyself  my  heart  to  rend  ! 
Love  !  —  to  thee  my  soul  is  plighted, — 

Teach  me  more  of  thee  to  know, 
That  my  soul,  to  God  united, 

May  his  love  forever  show  !  . 

•^  p.  F.  Hiller. 


HYMNS.  13 

THE  WORD  OF  GOD. 

I  TRUST  the  Lord, 

Upon  his  word 
I  rest  my  soul's  well-being  : 

My  walk  with  thee, 

Lord,  here  must  be 
By  faith,  and  not  by  seeing. 

Thy  word  is  sure, 

May  it  secure 
My  confidence  forever  ! 

Let  Reason's  pride 

Ne'er  be  my  guide 
From  faith  my  soul  to  sever. 

What  but  thy  word 

Could  light  afFord, 
To  save  from  doubt  and  error  ? 

Where  else  is  shown, 

Than  here  alone, 
Escape  from  guilt  and  terror  ? 

'Tis  here  made  plain, 

—  Sought  else  in  vain  — 
The  soul  is  ever-living  : 

For  endless  days 

Of  future  praise, 
That  thou  this  life  art  giving. 

2 


14  HYMNS. 


The  only  scheme 

Man  to  redeem 
From  death,  sin's  fearful  wages. 

Would  lie  conceal'd, 

But  as  reveal'd 
In  these  thy  sacred  pages. 

And  now  shall  grief 

Hope  no  relief, 
My  soul  sink  down  despairing  .' 

No  !  —  here  I  see 

Thy  grace  for  me 
A  father's  love  declaring. 

By  faith  to  live, 

Its  fruits  to  give,  — 
This  is  the  path  to  heaven  : 

All  strength  and  skill 

To  do  thy  will 
But  through  thy  word  are  given. 

Teach  me,  0  Lord, 

To  prize  thy  word. 
This  gift  of  matchless  favor  : 

Be  it  my  wealth. 

Be  it  my  health, 
My  strength  and  life  forever 


C.  F.  Gellert. 


HYMNS.  15 

7.         THE  TREE  WITH  GOLDEN  FRUIT. 

1  Upon  a  hill  there  stands  a  tree 

Where  golden  fruit  is  found, — 
'T  is  meant  for  ev'ry  land  to  see, 

It  shines  for  all  around. 
Here  many  come  by  day  and  night. 

Its  gold  their  fond  pursuit, 
They  shake  its  branches  with  delight, 

And  bear  away  the  fruit. 

2  And  yet  its  riches  always  stay. 

The  tree  is  never  bare  ; 
WTiatever  fruit  is  borne  away. 

As  much  still  glitters  there. 
"  What  is  its  name  .'  —  and  where  its  place  ? 

"  How  can  this  wonder  be  ? 
*'  Who  now  will  tell  us  ?  — Who  can  guess  ? 

The  Bible  is  ilmt  tree. 

C.  6.  Barth. 


KNOWLEDGE  OF  GOD  FROM  HIS 
WORD. 

1  In  glory  bright,  0  God,  thou  dwellest. 
On  which  no  mortal  eye  can  look ; 
Yet  all  we  need  to  know  thou  tellest 

In  clear  instructions  of  thy  book, — 
Both  what  thou  art,  and,  in  thy  plan, 
What  hopes  and  fears  should  govern  man. 


16  HYMNS. 

2  Be  then  this  volume,  through  life's  stages. 

My  light  to  shine  in  darkness  here  ; 
And,  when  I  meditate  its  pages. 

To  aid  me,  with  thy  grace  be  near  ! 
To  learn  and  practice  all  thy  will. 
Let  eye  and  heart  be  open  still  ! 

3  Thy  word  —  0  may  I  so  believe  it. 

That  it  shall  be  my  spirit's  food  ! 
But  error — let  me  not  receive  it. 

And  rob  my  soul  of  endless  good ! 
Nor  scoffers  drive  my  heart  astray, 
Nor  sceptic  doubts  impede  my  way  ! 

4  To  know  thee  — 't  is  a  pledge  of  heaven  ! 

Now  help  me,  Father,  that  both  Thee 
And  Him  whom  thou  for  us  hast  given, 

I  here  may  learn  by  faith  to  see, 
As  thy  unerring  truth  has  taught, 
Till  to  thy  glory  I  am  brought. 

5  And,  as  my  knowledge  shall  be  growing. 

May  I  in  heart  and  life  improve  ; 
The  kindred  graces  brighter  glowing, 

My  faith,  my  rev'rence,  and  my  love  : 
The  more  I  comprehend  thy  will. 
May  it  promote  a  purer  zeal ! 

6  For,  What  though  knowledge  be  expanding, 

Unless  to  higher  love  it  train  ? 
What  aids  me  light  of  understanding. 

If  yet  an  evil  heart  remain  ? 
Guide  then  my  will  by  what  is  true. 
That  I  thy  service  may  pursue. 


HYMNS.  17 

To  know  thee,  Lord,  0  may  it  ever 
On  earth  my  spring  of  comfort  be, 

That,  when  my  soul  and  body  sever, 
I  may  rejoice  through  faith  in  thee,  — 

Then,  see  thee  in  full  glory  shown, 

And  know  thee,  as  myself  am  known. 

Benj.  Schmolke. 


9.  THE  LAW  AND  GOSPEL. 

1  The  holy  law  and  gospel,  both 

From  God  himself  proceeded, 
And,  in  the  scheme  of  christian  truth. 

They  both  alike  are  needed  : 
While  yet  there  is  diversity 
That's  clearly  seen  by  ev'ry  eye 

Enlighten'd  by  the  Spirit. 

2  The  Law's  great  rule  of  what  is  due. 

Our  conscience  well  might  show  it, 
— That  love  to  God  and  neighbor  too. 

Immutably  we  owe  it :  — 
But  that  in  love  our  God  should  give 
His  Son  to  die,  that  we  might  live, — 

He  only  could  reveal  it. 

8  The  Law  makes  all  our  duty  plain. 
Its  kind  and  measure  traces  : 
The  Gospel  tells  how  to  obtain 

From  God  his  needed  graces  : 
By  iliat,  what  we  should  do  is  shown. 
By  this,  what  God  for  us  has  done  ; 
This  mercy  speaks,  —  that,  judgment. 
2* 


18  HYMNS. 

4  The  Law,  't  is  true,  speaks  of  reward, 

But  we  can  ne'er  attain  it, 
Since  none,  without  a  full  regard 

To  all  the  law,  can  gain  it : 
The  Gospel  gives  its  promis'd  good 
To  those  who  trust  the  Savior's  blood, 

And  humbly  own  the  ransom. 

5  Where'er  the  Law  the  sinner  finds, 

It  pierces  him  with  sorrows  : 
His  wounds  the  gracious  Gospel  binds, 

Hence  he  his  healing  borrows  : 
That  threatens  death,  the  curse  for  sin 
This  tells  how  endless  life  to  w4n 

Through  sufferings  of  Jesus. 

6  By  that,  our  misery  is  known, 

This  comfort  is  declaring  ; 
That  casts  the  stoutest  sinner  down. 

This  raises  the  despairing : 
That  points  and  urges  on  to  death, 
While  this  restores  the  fainting  breath. 

And  brings  the  soul  to  heaven. 

7  The  Law  fit  message  will  afford 

To  those  who  conscience  stifle  ; 
Who  dream  of  merit  and  reward. 

While  yet  with  sin  they  trifle  : 
The  soothing  balm  of  gospel  grace 
Will  find  its  meet  and  welcome  place 

With  souls  sin-sick  and  broken. 

8  The  destin'd  aim  of  Law  attain'd. 

Its  terrors  all  are  ceasing : 


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HYMNS.  19 

Its  thunders  and  its  curses  end, 

When  man  seeks  gospel  blessing. 
The  cross  of  Jesus  hope  revives, — 
Who  looks  to  this  for  mercy,  lives  ;  — 

His  peace  shall  be  abiding. 

9  May  Laiv  and  Grace  on  ev'ry  heart, 
Make  each  its  due  impression  ;  — 

When  fear  and  grief  have  done  their  part, 
Let  faith  then  take  possession  : 

Of  vengeance  may  the  dread  alarms 

Bring  all  to  hide  within  the  arms 
Of  our  dear  Lord  and  Savior. 

10  0  grant  us.  Lord,  through  gospel  faith, 

Thy  strength  for  holy  living  :  — 
As  children  then,  not  fearing  wrath, 

Thy  Law  our  rule  receiving. 
Will  we,  through  grace,  thy  ways  pursue. 
Will  honor  law  and  gospel  too, — 

Believing,  and  obeying. 


10.  ON  THE  SOUL. 

1  Man  were  better  nam'd  a  spirit,  — 
Would  I  call  this  body  "I"  ? 
'T  is,  of  that  I  shall  inherit, 

But  the  seed  ;  —  and  soon  will  die. 
For,  as  grain  corrupting  lies 
Fruit  to  yield,  the  body  dies. 
That  from  it,  as  blade  from  kernel. 
One  may  spring  to  life  eternal. 


20  HYMNS. 

2  God  ne'er  form'd  our  soul  —  no,  never 
Here  to  last  some  fleeting  hours, 
It  was  form'd  to  live  forever 
And  disclose  its  noble  pow'rs ;  — 
Form'd  for  holy  joys  on  high, 
Man  —  the  soul  —  will  never  die. 
Save  us,  Lord,  lest  boundless  mercies 
Change  by  sin  to  endless  curses ! 


CARE  FOR  THE  SOUL. 

1  Lord,  on  the  soul's  enduring  worth. 
As  in  thy  sacred  word  set  forth, 

So  fix  my  deep  reflection  : 
That  care  for  its  eternal  weal 
Shall  ev'ry  other  care  excel, 

And  rule  my  constant  action. 

Thyself  hast  for  its  int'rests  car'd, — . 
For  it  what  joy  hast  thou  prepar'd, 

Riches  of  grace  expending  ! 
Thine  image,  which  at  first  it  bore. 
In  all  its  brightness  to  restore. 

Thy  Son  in  mercy  sending. 

3  Superior  to  such  life  as  this, 

Design'd  for  pure  and  endless  bliss. 

In  flesh  't  is  here  in  training, — 
That  exercise  of  faith  and  love 
May  nurture  it  for  joys  above. 

Where  Jesus  now  is  reigning. 


HYMNS.  21 

4  Thou  'rt  ready,  to  thy  promis.e  true, 
Life's  fleeting  cares  to  guide  it  through, 

And  for  thy  glory  cherish  ;  — 
0  let  me  not,  by  unbelief. 
Condemn  this  soul,  in  hopeless  grief. 

Beneath  thy  wrath  to  perish. 

5  Lord,  to  thyself  in  cov'nant  join 

My  soul :  —  be  thy  sure  mercies  mine, 

My  trust  in  thee  unshaken  ! 
This  is  my  pray'r,  and  this  my  aim,  — 
0  may  I  never  know  the  shame 

Of  having  thee  forsaken  ! 

6  In  thee  the  wicked  have  no  part ;  — 
Create  in  me  an  humble  heart. 

That  feels  for  sin  abhorrence  ; 
That  for  its  guilt  before  thee  mourns, 
But  to  thy  grace  in  Jesus  turns 

With  hope  and  full  concurrence. 

7  Throughout  my  course,  in  all  its  length. 
Lord,  may  I,  strengthens!  with  thy  strength. 

Strive  for  that  crown  of  glory 
Which  thou  hast  set  before  my  eyes,  — 
While  earth's  fair  promises  I  prize 

But  as  an  idle  story. 

8  How  blest  the  faithful,  none  can  show  ; 
Sweet  peace  and  joy  their  portion  now. 

Imparted  by  thy  Spirit : 
And,  when  th'  appointed  hour  is  come. 
Thou  wilt  to  glory  take  them  home, 

Thy  kingdom  to  inherit. 

J.  S.  Dieterich. 


22  HYMNS. 

12.        SUDDEN  DEATH  OF  A  SLNNER. 

1  Now  one  in  health  Death,  instant,  crushes, — 

Ye  sleepers,  wake  !  your  danger  see  ! 
A  shudder  through  your  spirits  rushes, 

The  shudder  of  eternity. 
Nor  without  cause  your  spirits  quake, 
God's  midnight  thunder  cries  —  "Awake  ! " 

2  This  sudden  death  —  to  you  it  preaches, 

And,  with  a  deep  and  solemn  tone,  — 
"  Behold  !"  —  it  says  —  "God's  vengeance  reaches 

"And  casts  the  highest,  strongest  down." 
AVake,  sinners  !  and  again,  awake  ! 
The  thunder  rolls,  on  you  may  break. 

3  This  brother  came,^ — he  saw,  —  departed, — 

More  of  him  scarcely  can  be  said  : 
Now  sighs  and  groans,  by  anguish  started, 

And  clouds  are  hovering  o'er  the  dead. 
0  what  a  fall !  —  from  one  and  all 
Wonder  extorts  —  "0  w/iat  a  fall .' " 

4  In  health  and  dead  !  — in  sin,  too,  dying  ! 

By  call  of  God,  in  anger  spoke. 
Swift  as  the  flash  of  heaven  flying, 

And  awful  as  its  thunder-stroke, 
He's  plung'd,  from  heights  of  earthly  bliss, 
Into  eternity's  abyss. 

5  "  In  health  and  dead  !"  — the  thought  still  urges 

Upon  the  soul :  —  "in  health  and  dead  !  " 


HYMNS.  23 

Thought,  troubled  as  the  ocean's  surges, 

And,  as  the  sweeping  whirlwind,  dread  : 
"  In  sin  and  dead  !  "  —  0  't  is  a  dart. 
That  pierces  through  the  tortur'd  heart, 

6  Yes  !  —  fearful  too  as  roar  of  ocean, 

Its  foaming  waves  by  tempest  driven. 
Will  be  the  sinner's  wild  commotion, 

Cut  ofT  in  sin,  no  warning  given, 
By  single  step,  without  a  thought. 
From  time  to  retribution  brought. 

7  Now,  sinner,  think,  and  timely  tremble  ! 

This  fearful  doom  still  threatens  thee  : 
Few,  in  their  time  of  need,  resemble 

The  thief  who  sigh'd  —  "  Remember  me  ! " 
Nor  is  it  ev'ry  one  that  dies. 
Who  e'en  a  wish  for  mercy  sighs. 

8  God  many  means  of  death  is  sending, 

Not  always  sickness,  plague,  or  war, 
Nor  earthquake,  —  rocks  and  mountains  rending. 

Nor  storm,  —  its  fury  spreading  far, 
Nor  Lightning,  —  nor  the  raging  flood  :  — 
'Tis  oft  a  mote,  —  or  drop  of  blood. 

9  Save,  Lord  !  — 0  may  the  fear  of  dying 

Make  all  these  sinners  fear  to  sin  ! 
Let  none  of  them  in  death  be  lying, 

Before  thy  service  they  begin. 
For  death  they  're  ripe,  alas  !  't  is  true,  — 
Fit  them  for  death,  and  judgment  too  ! 


24  HYMNS. 

10  We  prostrate  fall,  and  would  implore  thee, 

That  we,  0  Lord,  thy  grace  may  meet ; 
Crush  not  in  wrath  poor  worms  before  thee 

That  creep  in  dust  beneath  thy  feet. 
Spare  us  !  —  we,  that  for  mercy  call, 
Are  for  thy  vengeance  far  too  small. 

1 1  But  no  !  though  weak  and  ill  deserving, 

In  thy  regard  our  worth  is  high ; 
Since  thy  own  Son,  thy  pleasure  serving, 

To  save  us,  gave  himself  to  die. 
And  shed  that  blood  which  cries  to  heaven  - 
''Let  man  in  mercy  be  forgiven .'" 

12  Now,  Jesus,  — while  of  this  our  brother 

The  open'd  grave  we're  call'd  to  see. 
May  each  reflect  —  "  Soon  too  another 

"  Shall  op'ning  wait  to  cover  me." 
And  do  thou.  Lord,  this  warning  bless 
To  fit  our  souls  for  happiness  ! 


13        SINNERS  WARNED  IN  VIEW  OF 
JUDGMENT. 


How  sad  will  be  the  sinner's  part ! 

How  dreadful  in  the  bearing  ! 
The  pangs  of  conscious  guilt  his  heart 

With  nameless  tortures  tearing, — 
When,  to  the  truth  at  last  awake, 
The  trump  of  God  on  him  shall  break 
With  voice  of  awful  thunder. 


HYMNS.  25 

2  His  day  of  grace  forever  gone, 

Spent  all  his  hours  of  gladness, 
Replete  with  sinful  joys  alone, 

—  These  joys  are  turned  to  sadness, — 
Eternity  now  makes  it  plain 
The  Lord  has  threaten'd  naught  in  vain, 
Nor  vengeance  always  slumbers. 

3  Where  now  is  ev'ry  earthly  good 

In  which  his  soul  delighted  ? 
Where  now  that  pride  and  hardihood 

Which  ev'ry  warning  slighted  ? 
His  guilty  heart  with  terror  quails, 
His  courage,  all  his  boasting  fails,  — 
Transform'd  to  shame  and  anguish. 

4  Now  curses  fall  upon  his  head 

From  those  his  guidance  rueing ; 
They,  whose  wrong  passions  he  has  fed. 

Charge  him  with  their  undoing : 
While  ev'ry  art  he  has  employ'd. 
And  ev'ry  good  he  has  destroy'd, 
Pass  fearfully  before  him. 

5  He  hears  the  righteous  Judge  proclaim  — 

"  Depart,  thou  evil-doer  !" 
No  more  can  he  excuses  frame,  — 

Conscience  is  his  pursuer : 
Cast  out  from  God,  where  'er  he  goes. 
He  feels  —  this  sharpens  all  his  woes  — 
"  TJie  doom  is  just,  though  dreadful/ " 

6  His  tortur'd  soul  may  wish  —  't  is  vain  !  — 

Reversal  of  the  sentence ; 
3 


26  HYMNS. 

Remorse  —  add  torment  to  his  pain,  — 

No  room  now  for  repentance ; 
'T  were  vain  from  falling  hills  to  crave. 
For  his  despair,  a  shelt'ring  grave 
In  dark  annihilation. 

7  Turn,  careless  sinners,  flee  in  haste 

To  Him  who  can  relieve  you  ! 
Your  term  of  grace  no  longer  waste, 

Nor  let  your  hearts  deceive  you, 
To  think  —  "  there  yet  is  time  to  spare ;" 
The  day  of  doom  to  you  is  near 
With  all  its  retributions. 

8  Whether  ye  cavil,  or  believe, 

'T  will  come  —  what  God  hath  spoken. 
To  Death  should  lie  commission  give. 

At  once  your  dreams  are  broken. 
Now  mercy  waits,  —  but  short  its  stay,  — 
Secure  its  blessings  while  you  may. 
And  be  prepared  for  judgment 


J.  C.  Grot. 


14       SCOFFERS  CONFOUNDED  AT  THE 
JUDGEMENT. 

1  He  who  once  came  as  suffering  man. 
To  perfect  Mercy's  wondrous  plan, 
Will  come,  as  Judge  descending ; 
Nor  long  his  coming  be  delay'd. 
In  glorious  majesty  display'd, 

Angels  their  Lord  attending. 
Ye  careless  world,  in  time  prepare, 
Nor  put  the  evil  day  afar. 


HYMNS.  27 

"  Why,  Lord,  so  long  thy  judgment  stay  ? 
"  Why  slack  thy  promise  ? "  —  scoffers  say,  — 

Braving  the  final  sentence. 
'Tis  —  Hear  it,  sinners,  who  presume 
Thus  to  deride  the  solemn  doom, — 

TJiat  you  may  find  repentance. 
But  if  in  sin  you  persevere. 
Too  soon  you  '11  find  the  Judge  is  here. 

And  when  he  comes  in  glory  bright, 
You'll  see,  with  trembling  and  affright. 

The  horrors  that  abide  you : 
And  Will  you  then  God's  terrors  brave  ? 
Nor  sea  nor  mountain,  death  nor  grave. 

From  his  dread  wrath  can  hide  you. 
Then,  Mercy's  day  forever  gone, 
O'er  you  his  Justice  rules  alone. 

When  fearfully  his  thunders  sound. 
His  trumpet-blasts  are  pealing  round, 

Earth's  deep  foundations  shaking : 
The  pillars  of  a  sinking  world, 
With  sudden  crash,  in  ruins  hurl'd. 

His  foes  with  terror  quaking  ;  — 
Then,  dragg'd  to  meet  the  Judge's  view, 
Scoffers  believe,  and  tremble  too. 

Repentance  .'  —  Hope  ?  —  't  is  then  too  late  ; — 
And  none  succeed,  by  pride  or  hate. 

Themselves  'gainst  God  to  harden : 
Ye,  who  your  sins  so  fondly  prize, 
While  mercy  waits,  in  time  be  wise, 

Seek  now  his  gracious  pardon,  — 
Lest  ye  shall  curse  yourselves  at  last. 
When  ev'ry  hope  of  pardon's  past. 


28  HYMNS. 

6  Great  day  !  —  of  days  the  most  sublime, 
Thou  teachest  us  the  worth  of  time, 

Louder  than  many  thunders. 
Sinners,  provoke  not,  to  his  face, 
Your  God,  so  wonderful  in  grace, 

Of  wrath  to  haste  his  wonders,  — 
When  you  must  sink  in  dark  despair, 
While  saints  shall  endless  glory  share. 

7  My  soul  is  fill'd  with  trembling  dread, 
No  claims  to  favor  can  I  plead. 

Guilty  I  stand  before  thee  : 
Still,  when  thy  sentence  I  shall  hear, 
May  I  among  thy  saints  appear. 

Forever  to  adore  thee  ! 
For,  Jesus,  thou  canst  sinners  save. 
And  now  thy  mercy.  Lord,  I  crave. 


G.  B.  Funk. 


15.  SELF-EXAMINATION. 

1  Impart,  0  Lord,  thy  light ! 
I  am  to  self  a  stranger  : 

Show  me  myself  aright ! 
I  know,  whate  'er  the  cause, 
I  am  not  as  I  was ; 
For  now  I  deeply  feel 
All  with  me  is  not  well. 

2  Content  with  form  and  show 
I  had  no  fear  of  trouble 

In  seasons  past ;  —  but  now 
Thick  sorrows  on  me  crowd. 


HYMNS.  29 

Myself  a  %Yeary  load, 

What  lately  cheer'd  my  heart 

Can  no  relief  impart. 

3  No  outward  source  of  pain 
Excites  desponding  sorrow, 

Or  leads  me  to  complain  ; 
Many  and  kind  my  friends. 
No  foe  my  peace  offends, 
My  frame,  as  I  desire. 
In  health  and  strength  entire. 

4  0  no  !  —  't  is  grief  of  soul, 
And  from  within  arises. 

Refusing  all  control. 

'Tis  this,  the  anxious  thought  — 

That  yet  I  know  it  not  — 

If  I  am  truly  thine. 

And,  Jesus,  thou  art  mine. 

5  The  things  are  far  from  one,  — 
To  be  —  and  call'd  —  a  Christian. 

I  know  that  he  alone 

Is  worthy  of  the  name. 

Who,  by  thy  strength,  shall  tame 

His  darling  lusts,  —  and  lives 

To  Him  who  mercy  gives. 

6  It  were  but  self-deceit. 

If  we  the  thought  should  cherish  — 
That  gospel-claims  are  met. 
And  faith  is  prov'd  sincere. 
If  we  from  crimes  are  clear 
Which  men  of  heathen  name 
Would  shun  through  fear  of  shame. 
3* 


30  H  Y  M  N  S  ► 

7  He  only  Christ  puts  on. 
Who  is  of  self  divested ; 

Who  cannot  trust  his  own 
Virtue,  op  strength,  or  will. 
Or  wealth,  or  rank,  or  skill. 
But,  these  renouncing,  prays  — 
"Jesus,  direct  my  ways  !  " 

8  Thus  speaks  the  voice  of  faith. 
In  earnest  supplication,  — 

"  Save,  Jesus,  —  save  from  Avrath  • 
"  My  Lord,  Redeemer,  Shield, 
*'  I  to  thy  guidance  yield,  — 
"  Thou  art  my  only  trust,  — 
"  0  save  a  sinner  lost !  " 

9  Who  fails  this  truth  to  know. 
Is  still  to  faith  a  stranger,  — 

Of  God  remains  the  foe  : 
His  hope,  built  on  the  sand. 
Cannot  the  trial  stand ; 
Our  safety's  only  ground 
Is  in  free  mercy  found. 

10      The  fear,  Lord,  troubles  me  — 
Lest  I  in  love  am  wanting ; 
Lest  what  I  feel  for  thee  — 
Deceptive,  hollow,  faint,  — 
Makes  but  almost  a  saint. 
And  leaves  the  world  supreme 
Above  thy  sacred  name. 


HYMN~S.  31 

1 1  My  heart,  approach  the  test ! 
'Tis  time  it  were  decided, 

I  else  can  find  no  rest : 
Say  to  the  world  —  "Away  ! 
"Away,  my  sins  !  "  —  but  say 
To  Christ  —  "  Thou  art  alone 
"  My  joy  !  "  —  or  nothing's  done. 

12  Poor  worm  !  —  wouldst  thou  refuse 
The  King  thy  cheerful  homage 

By  whom  creation  rose  ? 
Wilt  thou  resist  His  call 
Who  i-s  the  All  in  all  ? 
Who  his  own  world  sustains. 
Supreme  forever  reigns  ? 

13  What  else  may  pass  away 
That's  found  in  earth  or  heaven. 

Himself  unchang'd  will  stay, 
With  pow'r  to  curse  or  save. 
Before  us  is  the  grave, 
But  thence  He'll  call  his  friends 
To  bliss  that  never  ends :  — 

14  While  they,  who  here  below 
Neglect  his  great  salvation. 

Must  sink  in  endless  wo. 
Far  from  the  blest  abode 
Of  them  who  love  their  God, 
To  wail  in  hopeless  grief, 
Where  none  can  give  relief. 


32  HYMNS. 

15  He  waits,  —  make  no  delay, 
Take  now  his  offer'd  mercy. 

My  soul,  —  and  to  him  say  — 
"  Flesh,  spirit,  time,  estate, 
"  My  all  I  consecrate 
"  Entire,  0  Lord,  to  thee, 
"  Now  and  eternally. 

16  "Do  what  thou  wilt  with  me, 
"  Only  make  me  a  vessel 

*'  Of  praise  to  honor  thee  ! 
"  That  I,  by  faith  and  love, 
"  May  seek  thy  joys  above, 
"  And  there  to  Jesus  raise 
"  My  song  of  endless  praise  ! ' 


16.  LIVING  WATERS. 

1  The  Fountain  flows  !  waters  of  life  bestowing  : 

Come,  thirsty  soul,  nor  perish  in  thy  pride  ? 
Take,  as  a  gift,  what  from  the  throne  is  flowing,  — 
So  cry  the  Lamb,  the  Spirit,  and  the  bride. 
Come  !  —  nothing  bars  the  way, 
And  drink  as  thou  shalt  choose. 
There  is  no  price  to  pay : 
The  Fountain  flows ! 

2  The  Fountain  flows !  With  heart  and  hands  be  ready. 

Ye  sons  of  want,  the  proff'er'd  boon  -to  meet ! 
The  sinner's  friend,  the  helper  of  the  needy. 
Your  thither  course  will  with  his  favor  greet : 


HYMNS.  33 

The  waters  each  may  take 
Who  now  his  mis'ry  knows  ;  — 
Who  longs  —  't  is  for  his  sake 
The  Fountain  flows. 

3  The  Fountain  flows !  Thank  God,  the  fullest  measure 

Of  grace  and  pow'r  here  meets  our  utmost  need. 
Now,  sinner,  would  thou  ever  share  its  pleasure, 
Haste,  like  the  panting  roe,  with  earnest  speed ; 
Draw  to  the  waters  near 
Where  thirst  and  languor  close. 
With  waters  sweet  and  clear 
The  Fountain  flows. 

4  The  Fountain  flows  !  Then  take  the  healing  oiFer'd, 

Ye  heirs  of  wretchedness,  to  all  your  grief ; 
From  hopeless  evils  you  so  long  have  suff*er'd. 
Ye  weary  souls,  accept  a  free  relief  ! 
No  bolts,  with  vengeance  rife. 
Shall  here  your  way  oppose  ;  — 
'T  is  nam'd  the  "Fount  of  life." 
The  Fountain  flows ! 

5  The  Fountain  flows !  Let  devils  rage  with  madness, 

Let  sink  in  ruin  all  the  world  beside,  — 
Still  Zion,  crown'd  with  never  ending  gladness. 
Shall  with  her  fount  of  saving-health  abide. 
God  guards  her  walls  from  fear, 
And  his  deliv'rance  shov/s ;  — 
Her  God  is  ever  near. 
The  Fountain  flows  ! 

6  The  Fountain  flows  !  for  all  a  fount  of  healing  : 

He's  blest,  for  whom  it  shall  not  flow  in  vain  ! 


34  HYMNS. 

Who  drinks  —  a  well  of  water  never  failing 
In  him,  to  endless  life,  it  shall  remain. 
For,  whoso  tries  its  powV 
From  thirst  shall  now  repose, 
And  ne'er  be  thirsty  more. 
The  Fountain  flows ! 


J.  C.  L.  Allendorf. 


17.  CALL  TO  SINNERS. 

1  Hasten,  ye  who  wish  his  favor, 
And  now  in  Jesus  put  your  trust,  — 

Lest,  failing  of  his  love  forever. 

Your  souls  be  number'd  with  the  lost. 
Redeem  the  time,  —  there 's  none  to  spare, 
And  for  eternity  prepare  ! 
Hasten  ! 

2  Haste  !  —  ye  who  have  idly  wander'd 
Year  after  year  in  paths  of  sin  ; 

Enough  of  life  is  madly  squander'd. 

Strive  now  eternal  life  to  win. 
To-day,  for  mercy  there  is  room,  — 
Who  knows  what  may  to  morrow  come  ? 
Hasten ! 

3  Hasten,  all  your  sins  forsaking. 
The  least  of  them  is  far  too  great ; 

And,  of  his  holy  grace  partaking. 

Like  Jesus  every  evil  hate  ! 
Who  sins  against  the  truth  he  knows. 
Prepares  his  soul  for  endless  woes. 
Hasten ! 


HYMNS.  35 

4  Hasten  now,  to  Jesus  bowing, 
Rich  stores  of  good  in  him  abound : 

Why  should  the  fount  in  vain  be  flowing 
For  you,  where  endless  life  is  found  ? 
You  live,  and  still  the  way  is  free,  — 
In  this  your  pledge  of  welcome  see  ! 
Hasten ! 

5  Haste  !  —  the  Spirit,  profF'ring  mercies. 
Now  calls  you  and  will  give  his  aid  ; 

The  season  lost  will  leave  its  curses,  — 

Let  not  a  moment's  loss  be  made  ! 
If  now  his  call  you  disregard, 
His  voice  may  never  more  be  heard. 
Hasten  ! 

6  Haste,  while  entrance  yet  is  ofFer'd  ! 
Death  soon  will  ever  bar  the  way  : 

No  license  for  delay  is  sulfer'd, 

Then  hasten  while  't  is  call'd  to-day  ! 
For,  if  to-morrow  you  should  cry 
For  help,  —  no  helper  may  be  nigh. 
Hasten ! 


[7  Hasten,  Jesus,  we  implore  thee, 

And  show  these  sinners  now  thy  grace  ! 
Prepare  them,  Lord,  to  come  before  thee. 

And  there  forever  sing  thy  praise  ! 
Blest  time  !  when  all  the  world  shall  sing 
The  praises  of  their  Savior-King,  — 
Hasten !] 

J.  A.  Lehmns. 


36  HYMNS. 

18.  REPENTANCE. 

1  Repent !  —  nor  still  delay 
From  one  year  to  another  : 

Death  may,  at  any  hour, 
Blast  all  thy  hopes  together  : 
And,  after  death,  will  God 
His  wrath  for  sin  display ; 
0  sinner,  think  of  this  ! 
Repent,  without  delay  ! 

2  Repent !  —  nor  still  delay 
Till  life's  late  sands  are  gliding : 

Thou  canst  not  know  that  age 
Will  find  thee  here  abiding  : 
Life  now  its  light  affords, 
But  short  its  longest  day  — 
Ere  noon  how  often  quench'd  ! 
Repent,  without  delay ! 

3  Repent !  —  nor  still  delay 
Till  on  a  death-bed  lying : 

Is  this  a  work  to  do 
When  panting,  struggling,  dying  ? 
What  pains  and  fears  will  then 
Thy  trembling  soul  dismay  ! 
Break  now  the  cords  of  sin  ! 
Repent,  without  delay ! 

4  Repent !  —  nor  still  delay 
While  youth  is  vigor  lending, 

Wouldst  thou  in  guilty  joys 
Thy  prime  of  life  be  spending  ? 


HYMNS.  37 

The  young  die  too,  and  then 
Who  shall  God's  judgment  stay  ? 
O  turn,  while  yet  there's  time  ! 
Eepent,  without  delay ! 

5  Repent !  —  no  more  delay  ! 
All  hope  will  soon  be  over, — 

Let  sin's  deceit  no  more 
From  thee  thy  ruin  cover  ! 
Whoso  the  flesh,  and  world, 
And  Satan  will  obey. 
Must  hopeless  sink  to  hell :  — 
Repent,  without  delay  ! 

6  Repent !  —  no  more  delay  ! 
While  space  to  thee  is  suffer'd. 

Let  prayer  before  thy  God, 
With  grief  for  sin,  be  offer'd. 
If  thus,  in  Jesus'  name. 
For  grace  thou  wilt  not  pray,  — 
Thy  soul's  forever  lost. 
Repent,  without  delay  ! 

7  Repent !  —  no  more  delay  ! 
Live  now  for  God  and  heaven  ! 

Avow,  with  heart  sincere,  — 
"  My  all  to  God  is  given  :  — 
"  On  Jesus  rests  my  hope, 
"He  is  my  only  stay  !  " 
How  blest  would  be  thy  soul ! 
Repent,  without  delay ! 


38  HYMNS. 

19.  THE  PENITENT'S  PLEA. 

1  Bow  thine  ear,  I  now  implore  thee, 

Sov'reign  of  the  earth  and  skies, 
Hear  the  pray'r  I  bring  before  thee. 

While  my  soul  in  anguish  lies, 

'Tis  my  guilt  oppresses  me, 

Therefore,  Lord,  I  come  to  thee, 
And,  with  grief  my  sins  confessing. 
Seek  thy  pardon  and  thy  blessing. 

2  All  the  weary,  heavy-laden, — 

Such  to  thee  are  ask'd  to  come ;  — 
Surely  then  Pm  one  that's  bidden. 

And  for  me  there  must  be  room. 

Mercy's  door  is  open  still ; 

God  in  mercy  can,  and  will 
Hide  my  sins  that  so  distress  me, 
And  with  pard'ning  grace  will  bless  me. 

3  All  thy  word  abides  unbroken. 

Safe  the  hope  encourag'd  there  : 
Who,  if  not  thyself,  has  spoken  — 

"  Seek  my  face  ? "    With  humble  pray'r, 
Now  thy  face.  Lord,  do  I  seek, 
And  implore  of  thee  to  break 
Sin's  control :  —  thy  Spirit  sending, 
Keep  me  from  my  God  ofTending  ! 

4  See,  too  !  Is  it  not  recorded 

By  thy  hand,  beneath  mine  eye, — 
"As  I  live," — yes,  so  'tis  Worded, — 
«'  I've  no  wish  that  sinners  die, 


HYMNS.  39- 

**  But  that  they  their  sins  should  mourn, 

"And  from  all  their  evil  turn, — 
*'  Thus  should  humbly  seek  my  favor, 
"  And  with  me  should  live  forever."? 

5  Thou  art  not  one  to  deceive  me, — 

I  thine  oath  of  mercy  plead  ; 
Here  to  die  thou  wilt  not  leave  me, 

Nor  forsake  me  in  my  need,  — 

While  with  deepest  grief  I  own, 

I've  disgrae'd  the  name  of  son. 
Far  from  home  and  God  have  wander'd. 
And  thy  gifts  have  basely  squander'd. 

6  What  more  would  I  now  be  saying. 

If  not,  smiting  on  my  breast, 
With  the  publican  be  praying  — 

"  Lord,  'tis  thou  that  knowest  best 

•'  All  that  I've  offended  thee, 

"  0  have  mercy  upon  me  ! "  ? 
On  thine  arms  of  mercy  falling, 
"  Mercy  1  Mercy  !  "  —  I  am  calling. 

7  Sins  or  guilt  I'll  not  endeavor. 

Lord,  before  thee  to  excuse. 
Yet  would  hope  thy  pard'ning  favor,  — 

Nor  wilt  thou  the  grace  refuse. 

What  thy  holiness  demands 

All  is  paid  by  Jesus'  hands. 
Who  the  perfect  ransom  offer'd. 
While  for  sinners  here  he  suffer'd. 


40  HYMNS. 

8  Now,  my  God,  the  ransom  owning, 
Be  thy  wondrous  mercy  shown  ! 
Jesus,  for  my  sins  atoning. 
Has  above  to  glory  gone ; 
He  has  wrought  my  full  release, 
Hence  alone  I  look  for  peace. 
Drawing,  from  his  death  of  anguish, 
Life  whose  joys  shall  never  languish. 

9  Me,  dear  Savior,  onward  nourish  ! 

Be  my  soul's  abiding  food  ! 
Faith  and  love  within  me  cherish,  — 

Here  be  thou  my  chosen  good  ! 

Then,  when  life  on  earth  is  past, 

I  shall  rise  to  thee  at  last. 
And,  with  saints  how  bow  before  thee, 
Ever  —  ever  —  will  adore  thee. 


20.  CONSCIENCE  APPEASED. 

1       What  meanest  thou  my  soul. 
In  hopeless  sorrow  weeping  :  — ■ 

Through  consciousness  of  guilt. 
In  fear  and  anguish  keeping  ? 
So  grievous  is  the  load 
Thy  sins  upon  thee  bind, 
That  peace  or  comfort,  none 
Thy  troubled  thoughts  can  find. 


HYMNS.  41 

Full  just  is  all  the  charge 
'Gainst  thee  by  conscience  spoken. 

Thy  God  thou  hast  despis'd, 
His  holy  law  hast  broken  ;  — 

Thy  false  and  evil  ways 

Are  open  to  his  view;  — 

Thou  hast  deserv'd  to  die  — 

'T  is  all,  alas  !  too  true. 

Tliy  guilt  well  mayst  thou  own,  — 
And  yet,  wilt  thou  receive  it  ? 

God,  in  his  w^ord  of  truth. 
Commands  thee  to  believe  it,  — 

That  just  as  true  and  sure 

As  thy  repented  guilt, 

So  sure  it  is,  that  Christ 

For  thee  his  blood  has  spilt. 

Though  sinners  he  would  save, 
God's  claims  he  well  asserted  ; 

Did  what  we  ne'er  could  do, 
—  Our  wills  are  so  perverted, — 

The  Law  we  had  despis'd 

He  honor'd  and  obey'd, 

Bore  too  its  threaten'd  curse. 

And  sufFer'd  in  our  stead. 

And  through  his  merits  now. 
Of  God's  mere  sov'reign  favor. 

By  faith  we're  justified,  — 
So  that  how  deep  soever 
4* 


42  HYMNS. 

The  wounds  that  sin  inflicts, 
They  cannot  deadly  be. 
Since  Jesus,  by  his  death, 
From  guilt  has  set  us  free. 

6  Fears  I  may  well  dismiss, 
The  power  of  Hell  contemning  ; 

Wilt  thou  still  doubt,  my  soul. 
Thyself  to  wrath  condemning  ? 
Yet  God,  who  by  his  word 
Would  all  my  fears  relieve, 
Is  greater  far  than  thou, — 
His  word  cannot  deceive. 

7  Thy  Spirit  send,  0  Lord, 
Thy  pow'r  and  mercy  showing. 

That  I,  in  hope  and  love. 
May  evermore  be  growing  : 

Since  thou  my  soul  hast  wash'd 
From  dead  works  by  thy  blood, 
Give  me  by  faith  to  live, 
And  work  the  works  of  God  ! 

8  Give  strength,  victorious  King, 
That,  in  thy  steps  pursuing, 

Satan,  the  world,  and  flesh, 
And  all  their  rage,  subduing, 
I  too  may  vict'ry  gain : 
Nor  let  my  spirit  dread 
The  wrath  my  sins  deserve,  — 
For  /  to  sin  am  dead. 


HYMNS.  43 

FAITH. 

1  Without  true  faith,  0  Lord,    * 
None  rightly  comes  before  thee  ; 

Our  guilty  doubts  disperse  — 
We  humbly  would  implore  thee ; 
Establish  in  our  hearts 
The  faith  thou  wilt  approve, 
'T  is  thine  alone  to  give 
The  faith  that  works  by  love. 

2  May  we  believe,  0  God, 
That  thou  art  ever-living ; 

Nor  suffer  us  to  doubt,  — 
Thy  care  of  all  perceiving,  — 
But  that  thou  wilt  reward 
With  thy  peculiar  grace. 
Those  who  are  earnest  now 
To  seek  thy  smiling  face. 

3  Thy  word  is  ever  sure  ; 
Grant  that,  in  this  confiding. 

Our  hopes  may  ever  be 
Transforming,  and  abiding : 
Grant,  too,  in  joy  or  grief. 
That,  to  thy  guidance  true, 
Whate'er  thy  word  directs 
We  steadily  pursue. 

4  Thy  Son,  in  mercy  sent 
To  die,  for  sin  atoning, — 

Him,  as  our  Lord  and  God, 
With  full  reliance  owning. 


44  HYMNS, 


May  we  with  thanks  receive 
The  grace  his  blood  has  bought ; 
And  show  our  love  to  him. 
By  doing  what  he  taught. 

To  serve  him  with  the  heart,  — 
Be  this  our  great  endeavor  ! 

Thus  may  we  comfort  find,  — 
While,  too,  it  shall  deliver 
From  servitude  to  sin, 
And  give  us  strength  to  wage 
The  war  'gainst  ev'ry  foe. 
Through  all  our  pilgrimage. 

Wliat  sacred  peace  and  joy 

By  faith  to  us  are  given  ! 
More  glorious  far  the  part 

Awaiting  us  in  heaven. 

There  we  shall  see  and  know 
What  here  heliev'd  is  bliss  ; 
Nor  sin,  or  fear,  or  doubt 
Shall  mar  our  happiness 


J.  J.  Rambach. 


22.  SALVATION  BY  FAITH. 

1  To  us  salvation  now  is  come, 

God's  wondrous  grace  revealing; 
Works  never  can  avert  our  doom, 
They  have  no  power  of  healing. 
Faith  looks  tb  God's  beloved  Son, 
Who  has  for  us  deliv'rance  won  — 
He  is  our  great  Redeemer  ! 


HYMNS.  45 

2  WTiat  God's  most  holy  precept  claims 

No  child  of  Adam  renders, 
But,  from  the  throne,  dread  vengeance  flames. 

And  speaks  the  curse  in  thunders. 
The  flesh  ne'er  prompts  those  pure  desires 
That,  'hove  all  else,  the  law  requires  ;  — 

Relief  hy  law  is  hopeless  ! 

3  'Tis  then  a  vain  delusive  dream 

That  God  the  law  has  given. 
That  we  therehy  reward  might  claim. 

And  earn  our  way  to  heaven  : 
But  'tis  a  glass,  where  we  descry 
How  many  sins  in  ambush  lie, 

And  in  our  flesh  are  hiding. 

4  By  our  own  strength  to  put  aside 

God's  wrath,  and  win  his  blessing. 
The  task,  though  many  oft  have  tried. 

Is  but  our  guilt  increasing  : 
For  God  hypocrisy  abhors. 
And  flesh  with  goodness  ever  wars, — •- 

'T  is,  in  its  nature,  evil. 

5  But  all  the  Law  must  be  fulfill'd, 

Or  we  must  sink  despairing ;  — 
Then  came  the  Son  —  so  God  had  will'd,  — 

The  human  nature  sharing. 
For  us  the  Law's  demands  obey'd, 
And  thus  his  Father's  vengeance  stay'd. 

Which  over  us  impended. 


46  HYMNS. 

6  With  all  the  Law  't  is  now  complied 

By  one  could  well  obey  it : 
Each  humble  soul,  now  justified 

By  faith  in  him,  may  say  it  — 
"  Yes,  I  receive  thee,  gracious  Lord, 
"  Thy  death  to  me  shall  life  afford, 

"  For  me  is  paid  the  ransom  ! 

7  "  Here  all  excuse  for  doubt  were  vain, 

"  Thy  truth  cannot  deceive  me, 
**And  thou  hast  said,  —  in  words  so  plain, 

"  No  room  for  doubt  they  leave  me,  — 
"  '  Whoso  shall  humbly  trust  my  name 
"  '  To  save  his  soul  from  guilt  and  shame, 

"  '  Is  heir  of  my  salvation.'  " 

8  This  faith  —  whose  heart  is  right  with  God, 

And  he  alone  can  know  it ; 
A  faith  whose  light  will  shine  abroad. 

While  holy  works  shall  show  it : 
'T  is  one  God  will  himself  approve, 
A  holy  faith  that  works  by  love. 

Art  thou  of  God  begotten  ?  — 

9  Then  by  the  Law  will  sin  be  shown. 

Thy  soul  its  guilt  deploring,  — 
Till  grace  too  make  her  message  known. 

To  hope  thy  soul  restoring ;  — 
She  says  —  "  In  Christ  are  sinners  blest, 
"  In  Him,  not  in  the  Law,  —  is  rest ; "  — 

Thus  faith  is  wrought  with  power. 


HYMNS.  47 

10  From  faith  in  Jesus  that  is  right. 

Good  works  are  always  flowing  ; 
False  is  the  faith  that  shuns  the  light. 

On  works  no  care  bestowing  : 
E'en  if  true  faith  alone  could  live. 
It  needs  good  works  the  proof  to  give 

That  it  is  true  and  saving. 

11  Hope,  though  deferr'd,  let  none  destroy, — 

God's  promise  is  abiding : 
What  day  our  hope  shall  end  in  joy  — 

Most  wisely  he  is  hiding. 
He  knows  the  fittest  time  to  give. 
His  promise  never  can  deceive  — 

With  Him  we  well  may  leave  it, 

12  Nor,  when  thy  wishes  may  be  cross'd, 

Thy  confidence  give  over; 
E'en  when  thy  good  He 's  seeking  most, 

His  purpose  he  may  cover : 
Tliough  flesh  and  sense  may  oft  repine, 
His  word  of  grace  is  ever  thine,  — 

On  this  repose  securely  ! 

13  Now  to  the  God  of  matchless  grace. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 
We  lift  our  highest  songs  of  praise, 

Our  praise  his  favors  merit. 
His  promis'd  grace  He  will  perform. 
And  save  us  by  his  mighty  arm, — 

His  worthy  name  be  hallow'd  ! 


48  HYMNS. 

14  Thy  kingdom  come  !  thy  will  be  done 

On  earth  as  done  in  heaven  ! 
Give  us  our  bread,  each  day  its  own  ! 

And  be  our  debts  forgiven 
As  we  our  debtors  shall  forgive  ! 
Far  from  temptation  may  we  live  ! 

From  evil  save  !  —  So  be  it ! 

Poliander,  i.  e.  Jno. Hraumann,  [D'Aubigne.] 
Paul  Speratus,  [A.  Knapp.J 


23.  REDEMPTION. 

1  I  AM  redeem'd  !  —  the  purchase  of  that  blood 
"UTiich  on  the  cross  was  shed : 
To  God  I'm  reconcil'd,  —  my  heart  renew'd, — 
My  terrors  all  are  fled. 
The  scheme  of  mercy  —  Wisdom  made  it,  — 
The  costly  ransom  —  Love  has  paid  it. 
I  am  redeem'd  ! 


I  am  redeem'd  !  — Nor  can  the  thunder-roar 

Of  Sinai  yield  alarm ; 
For  me,  the  fearful  curse  my  Savior  bore, 
My  soul  it  cannot  harm. 
Repented  sins,  would  ye  appal  me  ? 
To  joy  and  thanks  God's  mercies  call  me 


I  am  redeem'd  ! 


3  I  am  redeem'd  !  —  My  Savior  broke  the  band 
That  chain'd  me  to  the  foe. 
The  keys  of  Hell  were  in  his  friendly  hand, 
He  shut  its  portals  to. 


HYMNS.  49 

Now  walk  I  free,  secure  of  pardon ; 
From  sin  and  Satan's  weary  burden 
I  am  redeem'd  ! 

4  I  am  redeem'd  !  What  is  there  I  should  fear  ? 

Death's  gloom  will  beam  with  light;  — 
The  Lord  of  life  for  me  will  then  appear. 
And  lead  to  mansions  bright. 
And  though  in  dust  my  dust  shall  slumber, 
My  sleeping  dust  will  he  remember. 
I  am  redeem'd ! 

5  I  am  redeem'd  —  from  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pain, 

To  joys  that  will  abide  ; 
And  Death  to  me  will  prove  eternal  gain,  — 
With  Jesus  at  my  side. 
Then  shall  I  rise  to  share  his  favor. 
And  there  resound  his  praise  forever. 
I  am  redeem'd ! 

Wagner. 


U  HOPE  IN  GOD'S  MERCY. 

■^  Psalm  130. 


1  From  deep  distress  to  Thee  I  pray, 

0  God,  hear  my  intreaty  ! 
Turn  not  thy  face  from  me  away> 

But  show  thy  tender  pity  : 
As  Judge,  shouldst  thou  my  deeds  regard, 
In  justice  weighing  due  award, 

How  could  I  stand  the  trial ! 


50  HYMNS. 

2  Should  mercy  with  thee  not  prevail 

To  show  to  man  thy  favor, 
His  ev'ry  act  his  guilt  would  swell, 

Vain  were  his  best  endeavor. 
His  goodness  in  its  utmost  length, 
Reveals  his  utter  want  of  strength,  — 

He  must  rely  on  mercy. 

3  On  God  alone,  and  on  his  grace, 

Can  I  securely  rest  me  ; 
He  sees  my  heart,  He  heals  distress,  — 

To  Him,  then,  why  not  trust  me  ? 
He  owns  a  Father's  name,  and  knows 
The  full  amount  of  human  woes  — 

On  Him  be  my  reliance  ! 

4  Should  comfort  seem  afar  to  keep, 

I'll  not  sink  down  despairing  ; 
They  who  in  godly  sorrow  weep 

Shall  find  a  gracious  hearing  : 
Thus  Christians  do,  and  they  are  blest 
In  God,  their  confidence  and  rest, 

Their  comfort,  and  Redeemer. 

5  Many  and  great  my  sins,  I  own. 

But  greater  God's  free  mercies  : 
From  wrath  I  flee  to  his  dear  Son, 

Who  bore  for  me  its  curses  : 
And  He  will  be  my  Shepherd,  too. 
Will  all  my  troubles  guide  me  through, 
m  To  rest  with  him  in  glory. 


M.  Luther,  m 


HYMNS.  51 


q5  the  love  of  god  the 

'^  '  chief  good. 


1  How  could  I  wish  a  greater  blessing 

Than  that  the  God  of  love  were  mine  ? 
If  all  the  world  I  were  possessing, 

For  this  would  I  the  world  resign  : 
Yet,  from  his  love,  how  many  fleeing 
Despise  the  fountain  of  well  being  ! 

2  Men  hope  elsewhere  a  good  unchanging, 

But  wake  and  find  their  hopes  a  dream :  — 
Some,  in  the  search,  through  earth  are  ranging, 

But  all  their  search  deceives  their  aim  :  — 
Some  jeopard  life  in  country's  quarrels. 
Yet  gain  at  best  but  fading  laurels. 

3  Gives  God  no  means  his  love  of  knowing  ?  — 

Forget  ye  who  your  souls  would  save  ? 
Who,  on  the  cross  his  life's  blood  flowing, 

Such  proofs  of  love  for  sinners  gave  ? 
Are  ye  indeed  still  left  in  blindness 
How  he  has  shown  his  loving-kindness  ?  — 

4  That  He  to  earth  came  down  from  heaven. 

The  God  in  human  form  reveal'd  ? 
What  words  of  life  by  Him  were  given  ? 

How  many  by  his  grace  were  heal'd  ? 
And  how,  your  endless  good  devising. 
He  bore  the  curse,  its  shame  despising  ? 


52  HYMNS. 

5  Can  ye,  unmov'd,  now  hear  this  message. 

And  proofs  of  love  still  ask  for  more  ? 
Nor  to  your  hearts  yield  Him  a  passage, 

Who  bars  to  you  Hell's  fearful  door  ? 
Why  not  to  him  your  souls  surrender  — 
To  him  your  highest  service  tender  ? 

6  Tliou  God  of  love,  do  thou  receive  me  ! 

Thou  art  my  life,  my  hope,  my  all : 
Though  worldly  pleasures  all  should  leave  me. 

No  loss  would  I  their  absence  call ;  — 
Thou'lt  make  it  gain,  —  and  I  before  thee, 
Rejoicing,  ever  will  adore  thee. 


26.        SINNERS  RECEIVED  BY  JESUS. 

1  *'  This  man  sinners  doth  receive  / " 
Well  may  we  the  saying  ponder, 

Who  in  sin's  delusions  live. 
And  from  God  and  heaven  wander :  — 
This  alone  can  hope  revive  — 
*'  Jesus  sinners  doth  receive  !  " 

2  We  deserve  but  grief  and  shame,  — 
Yet  his  words,  rich  grace  revealing. 

Pardon,  peace,  and  life  proclaim: 
Here  their  ills  have  perfect  healing 
Who  with  humble  hearts  believe. 
"  Jesus  sinners  doth  receive  ! " 


HTMNS.  63 

3       As  a  faithful  shepherd  seeks 
Sheep  that  from  the  fold  are  straying, 

He,  with  eye  that  ever  wakes, 
Watches  us  whom  sin's  betraying, 

And  from  ruin  would  retrieve.  — ■ 

"  Jesus  sinners  doth  receive  !  " 

{      Come,  ye  wand'rers,  one  and  all, 
Come,  we  all  have  invitation,  — 

Come,  obey  his  gracious  call. 
Come  and  take  his  free  salvation  ! 

He  has  died  that  we  might  live.  — 

•'  Jesus  sinners  doth  receive  !  " 

5  Savior,  now  I  come  to  thee  : 
Great  my  sins,  a  weary  burden  ! 

Wilt  thou  kindness  show  to  me  ? 
Can  I  hope  to  find  a  pardon  ? 
I  will  trust ;  my  soul  relieve  ! 
Me,  a  sinner.  Lord,  receive  ! 

6  Rich  thy  mercy  !  —  strangely  good  ! 
0  how  oft  have  I  offended  ! 

But,  through  thy  redeeming  blood. 
All  my  fear  of  wrath  is  ended : 
Yes,  I  now  can  witness  give, 
"  Jesus  sinners  doth  receive  !  " 

7  Now,  though  conscience  be  at  rest. 
Will  the  Law  still  urge  its  charges  ? 

Who  the  Law  has  honor'd  best, 
He  from  guilt  my  soul  enlarges ; 
Hence  my  comfort  I  derive,  — 
•'  Jesus  sinners  doth  receive  !  " 
5* 


54  HYMNS. 

8       "  Jesus  sinners  doth  receive  !  " 
Happy  in  his  ceaseless  favor. 

Here  for  heaven  I  will  live, 
Then  shall  live  with  him  forever. 

Joy  in  death  these  tidings  give  — 

*'  Jesus  sinners  doth  receive  ! " 

E.  Neumeister. 


27.  THE  FATHER-LAND.  ^^ 


1  Know  ye  the  land  —  on  earth  'twere  vainly  sought, — 
To  which  the  heart  in  sorrows  turns  its  thought  ? 
Where  no  complaint  is  heard,  —  tears  never  flow,— - 
The  good  are  blest,  —  the  weak  with  vigor  glow  ? 
Know  ye  it  well  ? 

For  this,  for  this. 
All  earthly  wish  or  care,  my  friends,  dismiss ! 

2  Know  ye  the  way  —  the  rugged  path  of  thorns  ? 
His  lagging  progress  there  the  trav'ler  mourns  ; 

He  faints,  he  sinks,  —  from  dust  he  cries  to  God  — 
"  0  shorten.  Father,  now  the  weary  road  !  " 
Know  ye  it  well  ? 

It  guides,  it  guides. 
To  that  dear  land,  where  all  we  hope  abides. 

3  Know  ye  that  friend  1  —  In  him  a  man  you  see ;  — 
Yet  more  than  man,  more  than  all  men  is  He : 
Himself,  before  us,  trod  the  path  of  thorns. 

To  pilgrims  now  his  heart  with  pity  turns. 
Know  ye  him  well  ? 

His  hand,  his  hand 
Will  safely  bring  us  to  that  Father-land. 

Claus  Harms. 


HYMNS.  55 

S.  THE  SAVIOR  FOUND. 

1  What,  without  thee,  would  I  have  been  ? 

Without  thee,  Lord,  what  should  I  be  ? 
Before  I  had  thy  mercy  seen, 

No  friend  or  hope  appear'd  for  me. 
What  I  desir'd  I  scarcely  knew, 

Upon  the  future  darkness  fell. 
And,  though  my  grief  incessant  grew, 

To  whom  could  I  my  sorrows  tell  ? 

2  With  spirits  sunk,  and  all  alone. 

The  day  to  me  was  gloomy  night : 
Joyless  I  still  was  pressing  on 

Where  others  seem'd  to  have  delight : 
I  vainly  sought  for  peace  abroad, 

At  home  the  prey  of  constant  grief,  — 
How  did  I  live  without  my  God  ! 

Endure  so  long  without  relief ! 

3  But  thou  hast  brought  thy  mercy  nigh,  — 

The  purpose  first  was  clearly  thine  ;  — 
How  soon  the  clouds  of  darkness  fly, 

When  God  commands  his  light  to  shine  ! 
Till  then  my  reason  was  debas'd. 

But  thou  hast  taught  my  soul  to  rise, 
And  what  had  been  a  dreary  waste, 

Blooms  round  me  now  a  paradise. 

4  Life,  now,  with  halcyon  days  is  crown'd. 

The  world  breathes  love  and  joy  to  me, 
I  find  a  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 

My  cheerful  breast  throbs  full  and  free. 


56  HYMNS. 

For  this  thy  rich,  unbounded  grace, 
My  heart  and  pow'rs  to  thee  are  giv'n  ; 

Here,  'mong  thy  friends  grant  me  a  place. 
Till  thou  receive  my  soul  to  heav'n. 

5  There,  He  in  upper  glory  stands, 

Whom,  though  unseen,  we  love  below, 
His  varied  grief  for  us  demands 

That  grateful  tears  for  him  should  flow  ; 
That  we  our  hearts  should  open  wide 

To  all  who  love  Immanuel's  name, 
Should  pity  those  for  whom  he  died. 

And  to  the  world  his  grace  proclaim. 

6  Now  go  ye  forth  in  all  the  ways. 

And  hither  bring  poor  wand'rers  home. 
Urgent  resist  their  vain  delays  ; 

All  now  is  ready,  —  bid  them  " come!" 
'T  is  heav'n  to  be  with  us  below, 

By  faith  its  glories  here  we  see,  — 
But  more  than  brightest  faith  can  show 

Shall  there  our  endless  portion  be. 


Hardenberg. 


29.  GRACE  ACCEPTED. 

1  To  THEE,  Lord  Jesus,  now  I  come. 
From  mercy's  door  no  longer  roam, 

But  seek  thy  gracious  pardon  : 
With  load  of  sins  my  soul  oppress'd 
From  sorrows  cannot  look  for  rest. 

Till  thou  remove  the  burden. 


HYMNS.  67 

I  else  must  sink  in  dark  despair, 
And  never  hope  His  love  to  share 
To  whom  the  heavens  are  unclean  — 
An  heir  of  death  I  must  remain. 

Lord  Jesus  Christ ! 

Thy  mercy  show  !  :]|: 
And  save  me  from  eternal  wo  ! 

Sin's  yoke,  for  me  too  heavy  grown. 
Now  weighs  my  sinking  spirit  down  — 

Let,  Lord,  the  yoke  be  broken  ! 
O  think  —  beneath  sin's  grievous  load 
Thy  soul  for  mine  to  death  was  bow'd. 
Think  what  thy  mouth  has  spoken. 
The  guilt  my  sins  upon  me  lay,  — 
Thy  blood  can  wash  it  all  away  ; 
For  thy  salvation  now  I  plead, 
Thy  grace  can  meet  my  ev'ry  need :  — • 

Lord  Jesus  Christ, 

That  grace  fulfil,  :|[: 
Nor  yield  me  up  to  Satan's  will ! 

Thou  art  my  confidence  alone. 
Beside,  no  helper  will  I  own, 

Physician  of  my  spirit ! 
None  else  can  cheer  the  soul  with  faith  : 
None  else,  by  vict'ry  over  death. 

Can  teach  me  not  to  fear  it. 
My  shield  of  strength,  my  port  of  rest. 
Thou  rock  and  fortress  of  the  blest, 
My  Savior,  my  almighty  friend, 
My  hope  of  joys  that  never  end  — ■ 

Lord  Jesus  Christ ! 

Accept  my  faith,  :||: 
Increase  it  till  I  sleep  in  death  ! 


58  HYMNS. 

4  Henceforth  my  willing  neck  shall  bear 
Whatever  yoke  thou  placest  there, 
Nor  will  its  weight  oppress  me. 
Beneath  it,  I  shall  find  my  peace. 
And  by  it,  while  I  grow  in  grace, 
My  sorrows  too  shall  bless  me. 
When,  passing  through  this  vale  of  tears, 
I  meet  with  trials  and  with  fears. 
Fresh  hopes  from  thee,  their  living  source, 
Shall  help  me  end  with  joy  my  course. 
Lord  Jesus  Christ, 
Alone  thy  love  :||: 
Gives  hope  below,  or  joy  above  ! 

J.  A.  Freylinghausen. 


30.  REST  IN  JESUS. 


1  I  NOW  have  found  abiding  rest 

For  which  I  long  was  sighing. 
Now,  on  my  Savior's  faithful  breast 

My  weary  head  is  lying : 
This  is  the  place  w^here  sin,  no  more. 

And  Death  and  Hell  alarm  me  ; 
I  now  am  safe,  by  Jesus'  pow'r. 

From  all  that  else  would  harm  me. 

2  He  whispers  me  —  "  I'm  wholly  thine, 

"And  thou  art  mine  forever  ; 
"  Henceforth  all  fear  and  doubt  resign,  — 
*'  Confiding  in  my  favor  ! 


HYBINS.  69 

"  Thy  ev'ry  want  shall  find  supply 
"  From  my  exhaustless  treasures ; 

"  I'll  fill  thy  spirit  with  my  joy, 
*'  The  pledge  of  endless  pleasures." 

From  Jesus  and  his  love,  Who  now, 

By  terrors  to  divide  me, 
My  great  and  many  sins  would  show  ?  — 

His  wounds  from  vengeance  hide  me  : 
My  sins  are  great,  —  I'll  not  despair. 

Though  conscience  too  arraigns  me, 
Nor  doubt  my  Savior's  watchful  care  — 

His  arm  of  love  sustains  me. 

I  thank  thee,  God's  beloved  Son, 

Thy  boundless  grace  adoring, 
Which  brought  thee  from  thy'glorious  throne. 

Our  peace  with  God  restoring. 
0  make  my  heart  a  shrine,  where  peace 

Shall  keep  her  constant  dwelling  ;  — 
Where  grateful  praise  shall  never  cease, 

Abroad  thy  glories  telling. 


SAFETY  IN  JESUS. 

Sinai  flames  its  awful  wonders,  — 

How  can  I  its  terrors  meet .' 
Where's  a  Rock  that,  from  its  thunders, 

Yields  a  cleft  of  safe  retreat .' 
Rock  —  thou  none  wilt  find  but  Jesus,  - 

Such  a  cleft,  his  wounded  side  ;  — 
Tliere,  no  dread  of  wrath  can  seize  us,  - 

Jesus  bore  our  curse,  and  died. 


60  HYMNS. 

2  Place  of  Refuge  —  where  ?  —  0  tell  me  ! 

That  my  soul  may  thither  fly, 
Now  that  guilt  and  fear  o'erwhelm  me, 

With  the  blood-avenger  nigh. 
Refuge  ?  —  there  is  none  but  Jesus,  — 

To  his  wounds  for  rescue  turn  ! 
He,  from  vengeance  to  release  us, 

Has  the  stroke  of  vengeance  borne. 

3  Wretched,  naked,  child  of  loathing. 

Must  I  shame  forever  bear  ? 
Where  can  I  obtain  me  clothing. 

And  before  my  God  appear  ? 
Jesus'  dying  love  can  give  it,  — 

Hence  our  robe  of  righteousness  ; 
All  by  faith  may  now  receive  it,  — 

None  could  wish  a  richer  dress. 

4  But  my  crimes,  of  countless  number, 

—  More  than  sands  upon  the  shore,  — 
With  their  load  my  soul  encumber ;  — 

What  can  meet  the  dreadful  score  ? 
Nothing  but  the  blood  of  Jesus, 

This  a  perfect  ransom  paid. 
He  from  all  our  load  will  ease  us, 

While  our  faith  on  him  is  stay'd. 

5  Where's  a,  fountain  ever-flowing, 

That  can  slake  my  thirsty  heart  ? 
And  from  filth  of  evil-doing, 
Cleansing  to  my  soul  impart  ? 


HYMNS.  61 

Jesus'  wounds  —  from  these  are  bursting 

Living  streams  of  sacred  blood. 
Here  may  drink  the  heart  that's  thirsting, 

Here  the  soul  be  clear*s8d  for  God. 

Are  there  mansions  —  who  will  show  them  ?  — 

That  with  constant  peace  are  blest  ? 
WTiere  afflictions  —  none  shall  know  them, — 

And  from  care  my  soul  may  rest  ? 
Such  a  place  is  Christ  preparing,  — 

Faith,  e'en  here,  secures  our  peace ;  — 
Who  His  suff'rings  now  is  sharing. 

Soon  shall  share  his  home  of  bliss. 

Waltersdorf. 


\2.  CHRIST  OUR  ROCK. 

1  I  NOW  have  found  the  Rock  of  ages, 

And,  with  it,  all  that  soul  would  crave  ; 
This  Rock  —  unmoved  when  tempest  rages, 

This  Rock  —  from  which  the  sv.'ollen  wave 
With  broken  billows  back  is  rolling  — 
When  storm.s  from  Hell's  abyss  were  howling, 

Received  me  to  its  shelt'ring  cleft. 
My  soul,  dismiss  all  doubt  and  terror, 
Thy  faith  is  no  delusive  error, 

Here  safe  retreat  for  thee  is  left. 

2  Oppress'd  with  guilt  of  sins  so  many, 

My  soul  was  as  the  troubled  sea ; 
Nor  help  for  me  appear'd  there  any, 
But  dark  despair  awaited  me. 
6 


62  HYMNS. 

,  While  conscience,  for  my  sins  accusing, 
All  hope  of  light  or  life  refusing, 

Disclos'd  the  world  of  wo  beneath, — 
As  one  that's  toss'd  on  ocean's  surges. 
Where  each  to  ruin  onward  urges, 

I  struggled  on  the  brink  of  death. 

3  On  me,  when  now  all  hope  was  dying, 

The  Savior  look'd  ;  —  nor  stood  apart :  — 
He  heard  my  voice  for  mercy  crying, 

And  pity  moved  his  tender  heart : 
To  me  his  wounded  body  showing, 
And  from  the  wounds  his  life's  blood  flowing, 

He  cried  —  "  Come,  weary  sinner,  come  ! 
"  I  am  the  rock  for  thee  was  riven, 
"A  refuge  in  my  wounds  is  given, 

"  Haste  !  for  thy  shelter  here  is  room  ! " 

4  What  comfort,  now,  my  spirit  borrows, 

Rock  of  my  strength,  —  what  joys  from  thee  ! 
Where  now  is  gone  that  flood  of  sorrows  ? 

Lo  !  —  backward  roll  its  waves  from  me. 
Now  finds  my  soul,  to  its  full  measure, 
In  thee  its  paradise  of  pleasure  ;  — 

What  pure  delights  my  bosom  fill ! 
Of  all  the  bliss  I  share  before  thee, 
I  deeply  feel  I'm  all  unworthy, — 

Yet  thankful  take  it :  —  such  thy  will. 

5  Let  then  the  angry  winds  be  roaring  ! 

Let  sea  and  sky  their  fury  wage  ! 
The  floods  of  Death  their  storm  be  pouring. 
And  Satan  double  all  his  rage  ! 


HYMNS.  63 

All  this  but  little  can  alarm  me, — 
My  Rock  secures  that  nothing  harm  me, 

Though  darkness  all  my  prospect  hide. 
Let  sink  with  fear  both  hill  and  mountain, 
My  Rock  will  stand  ;  —  a  ceaseless  fountain 

Of  life  still  flowing  from  its  side. 


33.  TREASURE  IN  HEAVEN. 

1  Aspire,  my  heart,  on  high  to  live  ! 

For  thei'c  is  found  thy  treasure  : 
What's  /iere,would  all  thy  hopes  deceive, 

That  only  suits  their  measure. 
Poor  is  the  wealth  that  soon  must  fail, 
None  other  can  for  thee  avail 

Than  riches  stor'd  in  heaven. 

2  'Tis  all  a  gift,  —  not  wages  paid, — 

This  treasure  none  can  merit ; 
And  Jesus,  who  atonement  made. 

He,  only,  can  confer  it. 
The  soul  could  have  no  higher  good. 
Than  God's  beloved  Son,  with  blood. 

For  us  has  dearly  purchas'd. 

3  Tliis  is  a  treasure  will  remain, — 

By  faith  in  him,  we  seal  it : 
No  foe  can  make  its  title  vain, 

No  thief  can  ever  steal  it. 
Nor  Death,  nor  Time,  its  worth  destroys^ 
'Twill  be  a  source  of  holy  joys, 

Long  a.s  the  soul  is  living. 


64  HYMNS. 

4  This  treasure,  Lord,  to  me  commend, 
And  teach  my  heart  to  prize  it ;  — 
Compar'd  with  this,  what  earth  can  lend  — 

Sincerely  to  despise  it. 
For  me  to  die  will  then  be  gain. 
And  when  thy  courts  I  shall  attain, 
I  will  forever  thank  thee. 


P.  F.  Hiller. 


34.     CHRIST  THE  BELIEVER'S  PORTION. 

1  Jesus,  my  chief  pleasure. 
Comfort's  richest  treasure, 

Portion  of  my  soul  ! 
Pow'r  and  Grace  revealing. 
Sin's  distemper  healing. 
Thou  wilt  make  me  whole. 
Have  I  thee  ?  — 
'T  is  wealth  to  me  ! 
Earth,  without  thee,  all  else  giving, 
Were  my  wants  deceiving. 

2  Thou  for  me  engaging. 
Storms  are  vainly  raging. 

They  can  work  no  harm. 
Let  the  rocks  be  shaking, 
Earth  itself  be  quaking. 
Nature  show  alarm,  — 
Shall  I  fear .? 
Though,  far  and  near, 
All  conspiring  would  confound  me, 
Still  thy  arms  are  round  me. 


HYMNS.  65 

'Mid  terrific  wonders, 
Sinai  speaks  in  thunders ;  — 

Jesus  quells  my  dread. 
Death  may  o'er  me  hover, 
Grave  in  darkness  cover,  — 

Jesus  meets  my  need. 
Judgment,  too, 
I  fearless  view, 
He  my  judge  to  sight  is  offer'd 

Who  for  me  has  suffer'd. 

Who,  with  smooth  deceiving, 
Lures  me  from  believing. 

Or  would  shake  my  faith  ? 
Scoffs  let  foes  be  flinging. 
Songs  will  I  be  singing. 

Praising  God  till  death. 
I'm  secure 
By  Jesus'  power  ; 
He  of  foes  can  rule  the  madness. 

Crowning  faith  with  gladness. 

"  Gold  — 'bove  all  things  prize  it  ! 
"  Honor  —  idolize  it  !  " 

Say  the  worldly  wise. 
These  shall  never  blind  me, 
Nor  apostate  find  me 

^Vho  the  faith  denies. 
Grief  nor  loss, — 
Shame,  death,  the  cross. 
No  disasters  that  betide  me. 

Shall  from  Christ  divide  me. 

6* 


66  HYMNS. 

6  Earth's  delusive  bubbles, 
Source  of  human  troubles, 

Countless  victims  make. 
World  !  —  your  bondage  breaking. 
All  your  joys  forsaking. 
Now  my  leave  I  take. 
Envy,  Pride, 
All  sin  beside  — 
From  your  chains  will  Christ  deliver. 
Freeing  me  forever. 

7  Cares  and  fears  have  vanished, — 
All  complaint  is  banished, — 

Jesus  —  He  is  mine  ! 
Whoso  here  shall  love  him. 
Though  dark  trials  prove  him. 
Light  on  him  shall  shine. 
Should  distress 
My  soul  oppress. 
From  my  Savior  still  I  borrow 
Joy  in  all  my  sorrow. 


35.  VANITY  OF  EARTH. 

1  Earth's  boasted  joys  and  splendor 
No  real  good  can  render, 

However  fair  they  seem  : 
What  now  may  most  delight  us. 
With  eager  hopes  excite  us,  — 

We  soon  shall  find  an  idle  dream. 


HYMNS.  67 

2  Men  toil  witli  ceaseless  trouble  — 
For  what  ?  —  Some  airy  bubble 

That  can  no  profit  give. 
What's  life  ?  —  A  flick'ring  taper 
Emitting  deadly  vapor  :  — 
Where  flatt'ring  most,  't  will  most  deceive. 

3  The  fame  which  here  we  covet, 
As  if  't  were  endless,  love  it,  — 

Is  all  an  empty  breath  ; 
Soon  as  we  yield  our  spirit. 
We  never  more  shall  hear  it, 
'T  will  sink,  with  us,  forgot  in  death. 

4  'Twere  vain,  on  skill  or  science 
To  set  our  fond  reliance  — 

They  cannot  death  abide. 
Whose  pride  more  room  would  borrow, 
And  finds  this  world  too  narrow  — 
They'll  find  a  narrow  grave  too  wide. 

5  Our  gains  must  be  forsaken  — 
For  M'hich  such  pains  are  taken. 

And  toil  —  that  rest  denies : 
Success  in  our  endeavors 
Can  win  from  Death  no  favors. 
And  when  we  die,  to  us  it  dies. 

6  E'en  as  a  rose  at  morning. 
Its  parent-stock  adorning. 

Expands  beneath  the  light ; 
But,  ere  the  day  is  ended, 
Or  light  with  darkness  blended. 
Its  bloom  is  struck  by  with'ring  blight : 


68  HYMNS. 

7  So  we  on  earth  are  blooming, 
In  hope,  to  greatness  coming, 

From  care  and  sorrow  free  ; 
But  e'er  we  have  attain'd  it,  — ■ 
Or  all  our  bloom  — have  gain'd  it,  — 
The  blast  of  Death  sweeps  us  away. 

8  Awake,  my  soul !  — remind  thee  ! 
Of  life  that's  here  assign'd  thee, 

What 's  now,  alone  is  thine. 
The  past  —  't  is  as  the  river 
Whose  waves  roll  onward  ever,  — 
The  future  —  who  can  say  '"Tis  mine/"  ? 

9  Of  man  reject  the  story 

That  vaunts  his  power  and  glory, 

And  trust  in  God  alone. 
His  pow'r  —  o'er  all 't  is  reigning, 
His  time  —  't  is  never  waning,  — 
Of  glory  He  awards  the  crown. 

10  Blest  he  in  God  confiding 
For  joys  with  Him  abiding  ! 

Though  here  he  soon  may  die, 
He  there  shall  live  forever 
In  God's  unbounded  favor,  — 
He's  blest  whose  portion  is  on  high ! 

A.  Gryphius. 


HYMNS.'  69 

VANITY  OF  THE  WORLD. 

1  Why  vex  thyself  with  anxious  fears, 
My  soul,  or  weary  thee  with  cares 

About  mere  earthly  good  ? 
Confide  thyself  to  God  alone. 
The  earth  and  skies  are  all  his  own. 

2  His  pow'r  and  will  can  never  fail 

To  meet  thy  wants.     He  knows  them  well. 

He  all  thy  burden  knows : 
He  is  thy  Father,  and  thy  God, 
Will  comfort  thee  on  all  thy  road. — 

3  My  God  and  Father  !  —  Yes,  thou  art, 
And  well  I  know  thy  tender  heart 

Will  ne'er  thy  child  forget. 
Besides  thyself,  I  here  below 
Nor  hope,  nor  consolation  know. 

4  Let  others  on  their  riches  rest : 

I  build  on  God  ;  in  him  am  blest. 

In  poverty  am  rich. 
He  is  my  wealth,  I  need  no  more  ; 
Who  trusts  in  Him  is  never  poor. 

5  Thy  riches.  Lord,  forever  last. 
To-day  as  in  all  ages  past : 

In  thee  I  may  confide. 
Thy  stores  of  grace  in  me  display  ! 
For  other  wealth  I  cannot  pray. 


70  HYMNS. 

6  All  worldly  pomp  I  well  can  spare, 
If  I  may  endless  honors  share 

By  thee  for  sinners  bought. 
Dear  Savior,  with  thy  precious  blood  : 
For  these  I'll  pray,  my  Lord  and  God. 

7  Whate'er  it  be  earth  values  most. 
Gold,  silver,  jewels  —  or  may  boast 

Of  pleasure,  —  or  of  power,  — ■ 
All  these  will  quickly  pass  away. 
Nor  help  to  meet  the  judgment-day. 

8  I  thank  thee,  God's  beloved  Son, 

Who,  from  thy  great  and  glorious  throne, 

To  me  thy  truth  hast  giv'n  : 
And  by  the  truth  do  thou  prepare 
My  soul  thy  glory,  too,  to  share  ! 

9  Love,  honor,  praise  to  thee  be  brought. 
For  that  salvation  thou  hast  taught ! 

My  faith,  dear  Lord,  confirm  ! 
That  I,  in  realms  of  endless  light. 
May  ever  live  before  thy  sight. 


Hans  Sachs. 


HYMNS.  71 


CHRISTIAN'S  ESTIMATE  OF 
THE  WORLD. 

1  Can  I  this  world  esteem, 
Or  here  repose  my  treasure. 

When  I  alone  in  thee. 
Dear  Jesus,  find  my  pleasure  ? 
Thou  art  my  chosen  good, 
Without  thee,  joy's  a  dream  ; 
With  thee,  I  need  no  more  —  . 
Can  I  this  world  esteem  ? 

2  This  world  is  like  the  smoke 
In  air  full  quickly  failing  • 

'Tis  like  the  shadow  vain 
Of  clouds  fast  onward  sailing : 
All,  all  soon  flits  away, — 
But  Christ  abides  the  same  ; 
He's  my  enduring  Rock, — 
Can  I  this  world  esteem  ? 

3  The  world  their  honors  seek. 
To  earthly  great-ones  bending ; 

Nor  will  at  all  reflect 
That  these  to  dust  are  tending  : 
To  Him  who  ever  lives. 
Whom  I  my  glory  deem. 
To  Christ  —  they  scorn  to  bow  ; 
Can  I  the  world  esteem  ? 


72  HYMNS. 

4  The  world  for  riches  strive, 
Tlieir  toil  no  respite  suffers ; 

The  best  reward  they  hope 
Is  treasure  in  their  coffers  : 
I  know  a  higher  good, 
A  treasure  that's  supreme ;  — 
'T  is  Jesus,  —  He  is  mine  ;  — 
Can  I  the  world  esteem  ? 

5  Tlie  world  feel  deep  the  wound, 
If  any  are  despising 

Or  wish  to  lower,  them, 
Upon  their  ruin  rising  : 
But  if  it  please  my  Lord, 
For  him  I'll  suffer  shame, 
In  this  my  glory  seek  ;  — 
Can  I  the  world  esteem  ? 

6  Tlie  world  to  darling  lusts 
Admit  no  curb  or  measure. 

For  seeking  joys  on  high 
They  find  no  heart  or  leisure  ; 
The  wretch  who  scorns  restraint 
Will  meet  his  friends  with  them ; 
While  then  I  love  my  God, 
Can  I  the  world  esteem  ? 

7  Can  I  this  world  esteem  ? 
How  soon  its  honors  vanish  ! 

These  cannot  from  the  brow 
Death's  pallid  tokens  banish : 


HYMNS.  73 


Its  riches  —  they  are  dust ! 
Its  joys  —  a  lying  name  ! 
But  Christ  —  eternal  bliss  ! 
Can  I  this  world  esteem  ? 

Can  I  this  world  esteem  ? 

Christ  is  my  life  forever, 
My  wealth,  all  my  estate  : 

I  rest  upon  His  favor 
My  portion  here,  —  above, 
My  ev'ry  hope  and  aim ;  — 
Once  more,  then,  I  would  say 
Can  I  this  world  esteem  ? 


G.  M.  PfefFerkorn. 


VANITY  OF  EARTHLY  PURSUITS. 

1  Beware,  0  man,  lest  endless  life 

From  all  thy  thoughts  be  driven, 
And,  when  Death  calls  thee  to  the  strife, 
Then  first  thou  think  of  heaven  ! 

2  Are  riches,  honors,  worldly  show, 

For  heav'n  the  soul's  adorning  ; 
That  thou,  pursuing  these,  should  know 
Small  quiet  —  eve  or  morning  ? 

3  To  us  the  scriptures  plainly  say  — 

This  globe  itself  shall  perish  : 
As  if  they  would  forever  stay, 
Shall  we  its  baubles  cherish  ? 
7 


74  HYMNS. 

4  Art  thou  not  daily  made  aware 

How  many  Death  has  taken  ? 
J'ull  poor  they  pass  thee  on  their  bier. 
By  all  their  wealth  forsaken. 

5  What  has  the  earth  with  thee  to  send  ? 

With  what  can  it  enrich  thee  ? 
Its  pomp,  ita  wealth,  its  pleasures  end  — 
So  Death,  ere  lon^,  will  teach  thee. 

6  All  real  good  is  foun,d  above,  — • 

'Tis  worth  thy  full  endeavor; 
It  well  deserves  thy  constant  love. 
Its  bliss  endures  forever. 

7  Who  can  describe  the  boundless  store 

That  there  awaits  the  pious  ? 
What  could  we  want,  that  Jesus'  pow'r 
And  love  cannot  supply  us  ? 

8  Nor  eye  has  seen,  nor  ear  has  heard, 

Man's  heart  it  never  enter'd, 
What  things  God  has  for  them  prepared 
Whose  love  on  him  is  centred. 

9  How  long  must  I  here  grope  in  night  ? 

Could  I  his  pinions  borrow, 
Swift  as  the  eagle  in  his  flight, 
I'd  leave  this  world  of  sorrow. 

10  Come,  take  me,  Jesus,  —  thither  bring 
Where  angels  bow  before  thee  ! 
Take  me  where  saints  with  angels  sing, 
That  I  may  there  adore  thee ! 


Simon  Dach. 


HYMNS.  75 

39.  JESUS  AND  THE  WORLD. 

1  0  TELL  me  not  of  glitt'ring  treasure. 

Of  pomp  and  splendor  here  below ; 
The  earth  to  me  can  yield  no  pleasure, 

With  all  its  pomp  and  glitt'ring  show. 
Let  others  love  whate'er  they  will. 
My  heart  prefers  my  Savior  still. 

2  la  Him  alone  is  joy  abiding,  — 

He  is  my  hope,  my  chief  desire : 
lUpon  his  word  my  soul  confiding, 

To  endless  pleasures  would  aspire. 
Let  others  love  whate'er  they  will. 
My  heart  prefers  my  Savior  still. 

3  The  world  —  its  joys  are  scarcely  tasted. 

The  flesh  —  its  beauty  cannot  last. 
For  time  will  these  have  quickly  wasted ; 

The  pride  of  man  will  soon  be  past. 
Let  others  love  whate'er  they  will. 
My  heart  prefers  my  Savior  still. 

4  His  saving  pow'r,  rich  grace  revealing. 

Shall  in  its  strength  forever  stay  ; 
His  throne,  in  glory  never  failing, 

Shall  stand  when  time  has  pass'd  away. 
Let  others  love  whate'er  they  will. 
My  heart  prefers  my  Savior  still. 


76  HYMNS. 

5  His  wealth  is  always  outward  going,  — 

Its  store  no  diminution  knows  ; 
While  other  springs  withhold  their  flowing, 

This  fountain  with  full  waters  flows. 
Let  others  love  whate'er  they  will, 
My  heart  prefers  my  Savior  still. 

6  He,  to  the  skies  my  soul  receiving, 

Can  bless  when  other  bliss  is  none  ; 
Will  there,  my  ev'ry  want  relieving, 

Delight  me  when  all  else  is  gone. 
Let  others  love  whate'er  they  will. 
My  heart  prefers  my  Savior  still. 

7  Though  many  cares  may  here  oppress  me. 

While  I  a  pilgrim  seek  my  home ; 
Yet  He  has  said  all  good  shall  bless  me, 

When  to  his  glory  I  shall  come. 

With  joy  I'll  seek  to  do  his  will. 

Confiding  in  his  mercy  still. 

J.  Angelus. 


40.  THE  WISDOM  OF  THE  JUST. 

•  

1  Here  many  wise  and  prudent  grow, 
A  name  for  knowledge  gaining. 
And  much  of  understanding  show 

In  things  to  earth  pertaining : 
But  he  whom  Christ  has  taught,  will  choose 
A  wisdom  that  the  world  refuse  — 
The  wisdom  of  the  righteous. 


HYMNS.  77 

2  In  God  alone,  for  needed  grace. 

He  places  his  reliance  ; 
To  faith  his  heart  accords  its  place, 

And  yields  a  glad  compliance  ; 
His  Savior's  word  and  life  he  knows, 
And  then,  hy  words  and  living  shows  — 

The  vnsclom  of  the  righteous. 

3  Let  all  the  wisdom  earth  has  taught 

Together  be  united,  — 
Can  it  avail  to  cleanse  the  spot 

By  which  the  soul  is  blighted  ? 
This  work  of  pow'r  is  only  done 
Through  faith  in  God's  beloved  Son  — • 

The  wisdom  of  the  righteous. 

4  Man's  wisdom  —  will  it  fears  allay 

When  Death  shall  o'er  him  hover  ? 
Or  can  it  tell  how  near  the  day 

When  dust  his  dust  shall  cover  ? 
Here  darkness  fills  the  wise  with  grief. 
One  thing  alone  can  work  relief  — 

The  wisdom  of  tJie  righteous. 

5  The  worldly  wise  would  gladly  waive 

All  thoughts  of  Death,  and  dying ;  — 
Their  wisdom,  bounded  by  the  grave. 

No  hope  beyond  supplying. 
The  gospel,  gleaming  through  the  nighty 
Brings  immortality  to  light  — 

The  wisdom  oftlie  righteous, 
7* 


78  HYMNS. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  make  me  good  and  wise  ! 

Thy  mercy  spread  around  me  ! 
The  world  and  flesh  against  me  rise. 

With  errors  would  confound  me  : 
0  keep  me  safely  in  the  road 
That  leads  to  glory  and  to'  God,  — 

Then,  crown  me  with  the  righteous  ! 


41.  PRAISE  TO  CHRIST. 

1  Love,  honor,  praise  and  thanks  to  thee, 

For,  Jesus,  thou  art  worthy ; 
But  praises,  that  shall  worthy  be, 

Who,  Lord,  can. bring  before  thee  ! 
Ere  light  arose,  thy  glory  shone. 
Thyself  God's  equal,  only  Son, 

The  glory  of  the  Highest. 
Thine  is  the  kingdom,  —  thine  the  pow'r, 
O'er  all  thou  rulest  evermore,  — 

To  all,  thou  all  suppliest. 

2  They're  thine  —  for  by  whose  sov'reign  might 

Creation  —  has  it  standing  ? 
When  man  and  angels  burst  to  light. 

Who  spoke  —  "  live  ye  ! "  —  commanding  ? 
Thou  art  the  Word  —  unehang'd  the  same  —  ■ 
By  which  the  world  to  being  came,  — 

All  that  has  life  and  motion ; 
Whate'er  we  see,  what  lives  unseen, 
Whate'er  the  earth  and  sky  contain, 

What  shelters  in  the  ocean. 


HYMNS.  79 

3  And  yet  to  us  how  strangely  good ! 

For  our  sakes  hither  coming, 
And  to  thyself  our  flesh  and  blood. 

Of  thy  own  will,  assuming ; 
What  shame  and  grief  to  thee  it  cost 
To  seek  and  rescue  what  was  lost. 

The  curse  for  us  enduring  ! 
A  love  like  thine,  none  shows  beside. 
For  sins  our  own,  thyself  hast  died. 

Thus  life  for  us  procuring. 

4  Thou  gave  St  life,  —  thou  givest  still. 

On  high  in  glory  seated ; 
Thou  savest  us  from  Satan's  will. 

With  all  our  sins  remitted,  — 
While  thy  delight  from  bonds  to  free 
And  cheer  the  heart  that  trusts  in  thee. 

Excites  our  joy  and  wonder. 
Of  weary  souls  thou  art  the  rest. 
And  them,  who  with  thy  love  are  blest. 

Naught  from  thy  love  can  sunder. 

5  Thou  hearest  when  thy  people  pray. 

And  stillest  their  complaining ; 
Till  earth  and  sky  shall  pass  away. 

Thy  care  for  them  retaining. 
We  are  thy  chosen  heritage. 
Let  endless  thanks  our  hearts  engage, 

For  thy  distinguish'd  favor :  — 
To  thee,  0  Lord,  my  all  I  give. 
Grant  that  I  here  for  thee  may  live, 

Then  live  with  thee  forever ! 

p.  F.  Hiller. 


80  HYMNS. 

42.  LOVE  TO  CHRIST. 


I  LOVE  thee,  Lord,  with  love  sincere. 
And  pray  thee  ever  to  be  near, 

Thy  needed  grace  bestowing ; 
The  universe,  I  prize  it  not,  — 
Things  here  —  above  —  alike  forgot,  — 

While  thou  thy  love  art  showing. 
And  when  with  griefs  I  am  oppress'd. 
To  thee  alone  I  look  for  rest ;  — 
Nor  let  it.  Savior,  e'er  be  said 
Thy  blood  for  me  was  vainly  shed. 

Lord  Jesus  Christ, 

I  love  thy  name, 

My  love  inflame  ! 
And  never  turn  my  hope  to  shame  ! 

Who  was  it,  but  thyself,  who  gave 
My  body,  soul  —  all  that  I  have, 

And  life  —  my  term  of  trial  ? 
For  doing  good  I  grace  implore, 
That  all  I  have  may  praise  thee  more,  — 

Nor  wilt  thou  give  denial. 
0  save  me.  Lord,  from  error's  path. 
From  Satan's  wiles,  from  Satan's  wrath 
My  heart  with  courage  too  prepare, 
That  ev'ry  cross  I  well  may  bear. 

Lord  Jesus  Christ, 

My  King  on  high. 

At  death  be  nigh. 
And  teach  thy  servant  how  to  die. 


HYMNS.  81 

May  waiting  angels,  when  in  death, 
Sustain'd  hy  thee,  I  yield  my  breath, 

Convey  my  soul  to  heaven  ! 
My  body  sleep  —  no  more  to  break 
Its  rest,  till  —  all  the  dead  to  wake, — 

Th'  archangel's  shout  is  given. 
Then,  from  the  dust  with  joy  I'll  rise, 
To  hail  thee  coming  from  the  skies. 
On  clouds  of  majesty  enthron'd, 
And  with  eternal  glory  crown'd. 
Lord  Jesus  Christ, 
My  song  of  praise 
To  thee  I'll  raise. 
Nor  cease  to  sing  through  endles  days. 

Martin  Schalling. 


LOVE  TO  CHRIST  TESTED. 

1  All  with  Jesus  are  delighted. 

While  he  speaks  of  joys  to  come. 
Thinking  that  to  them  is  plighted 

After  death  a  happy  home  : 
But  "  The  cross  "  —  when  he  declares  it  — 
*'  None,  but  he  who  takes  and  bears  it, 

"  Can  my  true  disciple  be  :  "  — 

Few  —  how  few  !  —  to  this  agree. 

2  All  are  pleas'd  when  —  *'  Come  ye  weary  J ' 

They  can  hear  the  Savior  say : 
But 't  is  language  harsh  and  dreary  — 
"  Enter  ye  the  narrow  way  !  ** 


82  HYMNS. 

While  "  Hosanna  !  "  men  are  singing, 
All  can  love  ;  —  but  when  is  ringing  — 
"  Crucify  him  !  "  —  at  the  sound, 
Nothing  more  of  love  is  found. 

3  While  his  hands  are  food  supplying. 

All  with  joy  his  bounty  take ; 
When  in  anguish  he  is  lying, 

None  for  his  protection  wake. 
Thus  may  Jesus  have  our  praises. 
While  our  hopes  and  joys  he  raises ; 

But  should  he  his  favor  hide. 

Love  to  him  would  not  abide. 

4  Is  thy  joy  in  Christ  arising 

From  thy  love  to  him  alone  ? 
In  his  sorrows  sympathizing. 

Canst  thou  make  his  griefs  thy  own  ? 
Should  he  cease  with  hope  to  bless  thee,  — 
Should  dark  fears  and  doubts  distress  thee, 

Still  confiding,  couldst  thou  say  — 

"  Jesus,  thou  art  all  my  stay"  ? 

5  In  thyself,  Lord,  thou  art  worthy. 

All  our  love  is  but  thy  due  : 
Saints  and  angels  cry  before  thee  — 

"  Thou  art  holy,  just,  and  true  !  '* 
Whoso,  in  thy  bright  perfections, 
Finds  for  him  thy  best  attractions. 

Has,  in  loving  thee,  a  part 

That  shall  satisfy  the  heart. 


HYMNS*  83 

6  What  thy  love  and  mercy  offer, 

Loving  thee  would  I  obtain  ; 
And,  if  call'd  for  thee  to  suffer. 

It  will  be  my  endless  gain. 
Here  my  soul,  in  all  its  sorrows, 
Peace  from  thee,  and  comfort  borrows ; 

And  if  joys  from  earth  remove, 

'Tis  to  flourish  more  above. 


CONFIDENCE  IN  CHRIST. 

Lord  Jesus  Christ,  my  spirit's  health, 
My  highest  good,  my  only  wealth, 

Whatever  shall  betide  me,  — 
My  heart's  delight  thou'lt  ever  be, 
No  joy  or  sorrow  shall  from  thee 
And  from  thy  love  divide  me. 
Thou  makest  me  to  know  thy  way, 
Thy  hand  of  mercy  is  my  stay, 
It  guides  my  course  in  all  its  length. 
And  in  my  weakness  gives  me  strength, 

Lord  Jesus  Christ, 

Thou  art  my  light 

Through  nature's  night, 
0  never  hide  thee  from  my  sight ! 

My  all  is  govern'd  by  thy  will. 
But  this  reveals  thy  mercy  still, 

And  to  my  good  is  tending  : 
It  oft  my  wish  may  strangely  cross^ 
But  soon  I  see,  what  seem'd  a  loss^ 

In  gain  as  strangely  ending. 


84  HYMNS. 

With  weary  steps,  by  dreary  road, 

I  yet  may  reach  thy  bright  abode, 

There  with  the  saints  whom  thou  wilt  bless. 

To  wear  the  crown  of  righteousness. 

Thou,  Jesus  Christ, 

Art  my  desire, 

All  I  require, — 
My  warmest  hopes  to  thee  aspire. 

3  On  thee  alone  I  rest  my  all, — 
With  thee,  for  nothing  else  I  call 

When  evils  here  oppress  me  : 
Nay  !  —  what  were  heav'n  aside  from  thee  ? 
'T  would  be  a  thankless  gift  to  me, 

Unless  my  Savior  bless  me. 
What  then  has  earth,  without  thy  love, 
That  could  my  soul's  affections  move  ? 
Throughout  the  universe,  beside. 
There's  none  in  whom  I  can  confide. 

Lord  Jesus  Christ, 

My  life  thou  art ! 

Shouldst  thou  depart. 
All  hope  and  joy  forsake  my  heart. 

4  And  were  it  so,  that  I  beneath 
Shame,  torture,  agony  and  death. 

Must,  soul  and  body,  perish  :  — 
Should  pains  and  fears  still  onward  swell. 
Till  all  around  me  were  a  Hell,  — 

My  faith  I  yet  would  cherish. 


HYMNS.  85 

But  thou  wilt  be  my  spirit's  health, 
My  chosen  good,  my  only  wealth :  — 
And  I  too  shall -^  must  ever  be, 
Both  soul  and  body,  blest  in  thee. 

Lord  Jesus  Christ, 

Thy  word  I  take, 

And  those  who  make 
Their  trust  in  thee,  thou'lt  ne'er  forsake. 

5  Who  will  not  thy  free  grace  receive, 
Nor,  with  the  heart,  in  thee  believe,  — 

He  must  to  wo  be  driven  : 
Who  for  the  world's  vain  pleasures  lives, 
To  these  his  heart  and  service  gives, 

Is  all  unfit  for  heaven  : 
And  he,  on  lusts  of  flesh  intent. 
Who  will  not  for  his  sins  repent, 
Nor  here  on  thee  for  mercy  wait. 
Must  cry  for  mercy  when  too  late. 
Lord  Jesus  Christ, 
For  me  appear  ! 
Why  should  I  fear  ? 
To  faith  thou  art  forever  near. 

6  I  therefore  bind  myself  to  thee  : 
Thou,  too,  hast  bound  thyself  to  me, 

And  hence  my  joy  I  borrow  : 
My  confidence  on  thee  is  fast. 
My  Rock,  that  firm  shall  ever  last 

In  joy  and,  too,  in  sorrow; 


8 


86  HYMNS. 

All  thou  hast  done,  thy  deeds  of  grace, 
Shall  fill  my  heart  and  mouth  with  praise? 
Till  I  shall  rise  to  thee  above, 
And  see  thee  whom  unseen  I  love. 

Lord  Jesus  Christ, 

Haste  on  the  day, 

Nor  longer  stay ! 
Come  quickly  !     Why  so  long  delay  ? 


E.  Neumeister, 


45.   CHRIST  THE  GOOD  SHEPHERD. 

1  Good  Shepherd  and  tender, 
Thy  flock's  great  defender, 

Thy  wide-scatter'd  flock  are  now  longing  for  thee, 
'Mid  dangers  they're  straying, 
False  guides  are  betraying,  — 

Restore  them  thy  presence,  and  troubles  shall  flee. 

2  0  come,  spread  thy  cover. 
While  storms  o'er  them  hover, 

And  days  are  all  gloomy  with  terror  and  pain  : 
In  green  pastures  feed  them, 
By  still  waters  lead  them. 

And  make  them  rejoice  in  thy  favor  again. 

3  i  Thy  grace  once  were  sharing 

The  simple,  way-faring ; 

The  languishing  soul  with  thy  mercy  was  blest : 
Where  hope  was  now  failing. 
Thy  glad  voice  was  hailing  — 

"  Come  near,  heavy-laden,  and  I'll  give  you  rest !  " 


HYMNS.  87 

Thy  church  in  their  dangers, 

Wilt  thou  leave  to  strangers  ? 
Their  hopes  and  their  safety  on  thee  must  depend  : 

The  word  thou  hast  spoken 

Can  never  be  broken  — 
"  Behold  I  am  with  you  until  the  world's  end  ! " 


CHRIST'S   PRESENCE  HIS 
PEOPLE'S  JOY. 

1  Jesus,  our  Lord,  when  thou  art  near. 

The  soul  enjoys  a  sacred  peace  ; 
Thy  gracious  look  calms  every  fear. 
And  thrills  our  mortal  frame  with  bliss 
And  gratitude. 

2  Not  that  we  see  thy  smiling  face 

And  outward  mien,  with  nat'ral  eye. 
But  still  our  souls  thy  beauty  trace ;  — 
For  thou  canst  bring  thy  glories  nigh. 
Thy  form  unseen. 

3  In  showing  mercy,  truth,  and  love. 

Thy  readiness  to  pardon  sin ;  — 
To  cleanse,  to  bless,  to  lift  above 
And,  as  a  friend,  our  hearts  to  win. 
Thou  art  reveal'd. 


88:  HYMNS. 

[4  When  round  us  earthly  prospects  smile. 
And  pleasures  their  temptation  spread,  - 
Be  near  !  — lest  these  to  sin  beguile, 
Show  us  the  path  where  thou  hast  led 
To  better  joys,] 

5  When  sorrows  rise,  our  souls  relieve 

With  mem'ry  of  thy  vict'ry  won ; 
This  shall  our  drooping  hopes  revive. 
And  thus  thy  presence,  with  us  shown. 
Be  seen  by  all. 

6  Be  ever  near  us,  gracious  Lord, 

To  all  our  trials  suit  thy  care  : 
And,  happy  in  thy  kind  regard, 

By  faith  and  love  would  we  prepare 
Near  thee  to  shine. 


47,        THE  JOY  OF  GOD'S  PRESENCE. 

1  Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee. 

Thou  only  source  of  pleasure ; 
While  fear,  and  toil,  and  grief  to  me 

From  care  permit  no  leisure  .' 
0  leave  me  not  in  hopeless  night. 
Nor  hide  me,  Father,  from  thy  sight 

Where  spirits  are  rejoicing. 

2  Thick  darkness  here  is  spread  around,  — 

And  must  I  struggle  ever 
For  light  and  peace,  —  yet  all  be  found 
A  fruitless,  sad  endeavor  ? 


HYMNS.  89 

With  sin  the  never-ceasing  strife, 
The  burdens  of  this  mortal  life, 
To  dust  my  soul  are  sinking. 

Too  weak  am  I,  by  strength  of  mine. 

Where  dwell  thy  joys,  to  tower ; 
Too  weak,  where  hosts  of  darkness  join. 

To  quell  their  prince's  po\ver. 
Within,  around,  I  trouble  see, — 
Where  look  for  help  ?  —  0  God,  on  thee 

Alone  is  my  reliance. 

With  humble  faith  upon  thy  word, 

My  all  in  all  I  take  thee  ; 
Be  thou  my  Rock,  my  shield  and  sword  ! 

I  never  will  forsake  thee  : 
Though  sin  my  soul  has  oft  defil'd, 
Through  Jesus,  I  am  yet  thy  child. 

And  Thou,  my  gracious  father. 

The  vict'ry  thou  wilt  guide  :  —  't  is  well ! 

The  strife  I'll  dread  no  longer : 
Of  fears  —  no  more  would  dare  to  tell, 

The  weak  shall  prove  the  stronger. 
Thou  wilt  to  me  thy  presence  grant. 
And,  w4th  thy  smile,  I  nothing  want 

For  earth,  or  yet  for  heaven. 

G.  B.  Funk. 
8* 


BO  HYMNS. 

48.  JESUS  REMEMBERED. 

1  Remember  Jesus,  God's  dear  Son, 

My  soul,  — 'twas  thy  salvation, 
That  brought  him  from  his  glory  down 

To  live  in  humble  station. 
Forget  him  not !  —  't  was  for  thy  good 
He  took  upon  him  flesh  and  blood,  — 

0  thank  him  for  this  mercy  ! 

2  Remember  Jesus,  God's  dear  Son  ; 

For  thee  his  griefs  were  sufFer'd  ; 
His  death  has  thy  deliv'rance  won, 

And  life  to  thee  is  offer'd  ; 
The  agonies  by  him  endur'd 
Eternal  joys  for  thee  procur'd, — 

0  thank  him  for  this  mercy  ! 

3  Remember  Jesus,  God's  dear  Son ; 

He,  from  the  dead  awaking. 
In  pow'r  at  God's  right  hand  is  shown. 

Death's  gloomy  bondage  breaking  ; 
From  sin  and  death  he  sets  thee  free,  — 
In  serving  him  is  liberty ;  — 

0  thank  him  for  this  mercy ! 

4  Remember  Jesus,  God's  dear  Son ; 

The  crown  of  vict'ry  wearing. 
Back  to  his  glory  he  has  gone, 

A  place  for  thee  preparing  : 
That  thou,  in  glory  too,  may  see 
His'^honors  and  his  majesty  — 

0  thank  him  for  this  mercy ! 


HYMNS.  91 

5  Remember  Jesus,  God's  dear  Son; 

Soon  He,  the  Judge  is  coming ; 
When  saints  with  favor  he  will  crown. 

To  wrath  the  sinner  dooming  : 
Be  earnest  now  to  gain  the  prize, 
That  thou  with  him  above  may  rise. 

To  thank  his  grace  forever. 

6  0  grant  me,  Jesus,  God's  dear  Son, 

That,  in  thj^  love  abiding, 
I  ne'er  forget  what  thou  hast  done, 

But,  in  thy  strength  confiding. 
May,  through  thy  death,  be  dead  to  sin  : 
And,  through  thy  life,  the  vict'ry  win. 

To  reign  in  life  eternal ! 

C.  Gunther. 


PRAYER. 


1  Who,  Lord,  has  any  good  whatever. 

That  does  not  from  thyself  proceed  ? 
Of  all  good  gifts  thou  art  the  giver. 
Supreme  in  counsel  and  in  deed. 
In  all  our  wants,  with  humble  pray'r, 
Thou  biddest  us  to  thee  repair. 

2  Obeying,  I  would  now  implore  thee. 

And,  while  my  many  sins  I  own, 
I  courage  take  to  come  before  thee. 
Since  for  me  intercedes  thy  Son, 
On  Him  alone  my  hopes  rely 
That  thou  wilt  not  my  suit  deny. 


92  HYMNS. 

3  Grant  then  to  me,  as  thou  approvest, 

All  that  befits  a  child  of  thine  : 
None  loves  me,  Father,  as  thou  lovest, 
None  else  can  meet  such  wants  as  mine : 
From  sin,  from  slavish  fear  release, 
And  bless  my  soul  with  holy  peace. 

4  Grant  me  a  faith  shall  never  fail  me, 

One  that  shall  always  work  by  love : 
To  rob  of  this  should  foes  assail  me. 
May  it  in  me  new  courage  move, 
More  boldly  for  the  truth  to  strive, 
And  more  by  faith  on  thee  to  live. 

5  Give  me  a  conscience  unoffending. 

And  prompting  only  what  is  right, 
A  heart,  to  duty's  call  attending, 
As  ever  open  to  thy  sight : 
And  when  I  err,  so  chasten  me. 
That  I  a  father's  love  may  see. 

6  A  heart  that,  in  my  days  of  gladness, 

May  never  from  thy  fear  decline  ; 
A  heart  that,  under  clouds  of  sadness. 
May  still  submit  its  will  to  thine  ; 
A  heart  that  loves  to  trust  in  thee, 
And  patient  too,  create  in  me. 

7  All  other  good  be  thou  supplying,  — 

What 't  is  I  need  thou  knowest  best : 
With  cheerful  hope,  for  grace  relying, 
My  weakness  on  thy  strength  I  rest : 
Thy  constant  guidance  I  require. 
For  this  0  strengthen  my  desire  ! 


HYMNS.  9a 

8  While  yet  on  earth  I  may  be  staying, 
Give  grace  my  life  for  thee  to  spend  ; 
Death  often  to  my  thoughts  displaying, 
Then  bring  the  day  my  life  shall  end, 
That,  when  I'm  call'd  to  go  from  this, 
I  may  attain  the  world  of  bliss. 

J.  S.  Dieterich. 


MISSIONARIES'  PRAYER. 

All  our  hope  on  Him's  suspended, 
Who  from  the  skies  to  earth  descended. 
And  bought  us  with  his  precious  blood. 
We  are  his,  both  flesh  and  spirit, 
All  that  we  have  his  favors  merit. 
And  in  his  love  we  seek  our  good. 
Lord,  take  us  for  thy  own. 
And  with  thy  glory  crown 
Us  confiding ! 
Give  us  a  place. 
Where  endless  grace 
Is  beaming  from  thy  smiling  face. 

Not  our  choice,  nor  our  endeavor 
Has  earn'd  for  us  thy  pard'ning  favor,  — 
'T  is  due  to  sov'reign  grace  alone : 
Strength  of  ours  is  unavailing. 
And  all  in  works  are  ever  failing, 
But  they  in  whom  thy  strength  is  shown. 


94  HYMNS. 

Our  earthly  hopes  restrain  ! 
For  poverty  is  gain. 
Winning  heaven. 
Who  trusts  thy  care 
In  self-despair, 
And  bears  thy  cross,  — has  riches  there. 

i  Lord  of  harvest  /  —  Hear  us  praying 
—  And  are  we  not  thy  word  obeying  ?  — 
"  Now  to  thy  field  more  reapers  send  !  " 
King!  —  thy  heralds  send,  inviting 
As  guests,  all  who,  in  grace  delighting, 
May  wish  thy  supper  to  attend. 
They,  only  they,  find  rest, 
Who  there  with  thee  shall  feast 
In  thy  glory  : 
Where  care  shall  cease, 
And  perfect  peace 
Forevermore  the  soul  shall  bless. 


Look  upon  the  millions  lying 
In  shades  of  death,  and  hopeless  dying, 
Divided  from  thy  kingdom  far : 
Age  on  age  to  them  declining. 
For  them  no  gospel  has  been  shining. 
Their  night  has  known  no  morning  star. 
0  Light  of  truth  divine. 
Upon  their  darkness  shine  — 
Come,  Lord  Jesus ! 
Go  thou  before, 
Our  way  explore. 
And  set  for  us  an  open  door ! 


HYMNS.  95 

5  We,  thy  wounds  and  pity  showing, 
From  which  to  us  salvation's  flowing, 

The  wonders  of  thy  dying  love 
Will  to  them  be  ever  telling,  — 
And  on  thy  cross  so  long  be  dwelling. 
That  kindred  grief  their  hearts  shall  move. 
For  mighty  is  thy  word, 
And  pierces,  as  a  sword, 
Soul  and  spirit : 
Thy  yoke  of  ease, 
Thy  Spirit's  bliss  — 
And,  too,  we'll  tell  of  j)aradise. 

6  Works,  for  thee  most  glory  winning, 
Are  oft  despis'd  at  their  beginning  ;  — 

What  though  we  are  frail  worms  of  dust  ? 
Thou  wilt  ever  be  beside  us, 
Thy  strength  sustain,  thy  wisdom  guide  us,  — 
In  thee  alone  we  put  our  trust. 
Thy  mustard-grain  will  grow, 
Till  it  a  tree  shall  show 
Widely  spreading ; 
For  thou,  0  Lord, 
Wilt  be  its  guard,  — 
For  this  we  plead  thy  gracious  word. 

A.  Knapp. 


96  HYMNS. 

51.  A  GENERAL  PRAYER. 

1  Our  blessings  come,  0  God, 
From  thine  exhaiistless  treasure  ; 

Of  earthly  good  our  shares 
Are  portion'd  at  thy  pleasure. 
Grant  to  my  body,  Lord, 
A  health  that  may  endure, 
And  to  my  spirit  give 
A  conscience  that  is  pure. 

2  May  I  too  strive  to  learn, 
By  ceaseless  observation. 

How  best  I  may  perform 
The  service  of  my  station  : 
Wherever  duty  leads 
May  I  delight  to  go, 
On  all  I  undertake 
Thy  blessing.  Lord,  bestow. 

3  Keep  me  from  saying  what 
May  after  need  recalling ; 

Guard  me,  lest  idle  words 
May  from  my  lips  be  falling  ; 
But  when  my  duty  leaves 
For  silence  no  pretence, 
0  make  me  wise  to  speak 
The  truth  without  offence. 

4  When  danger  shall  arise, 

I  would  not  too  much  fear  it ; 

My  cross,  whate'er  it  be, 
O  give  me  strength  to  bear  it. 


HYMNS.  97 

May  I  the  rage  of  foes 
By  gentleness  subdue ; 
And,  when  I  counsel  need. 
May  I  the  best  pursue. 

With  all  around,  may  I 
In  peace  and  love  be  living, 

As  by  the  Savior  taught. 
And  if  thy  hand  be  giving 

Increase  of  earthly  store, — 

To  all  I  thus  obtain, 

May  there  be  nothing  join'd 

Of  an  unrighteous  gain. 

And  if  old  age  I  reach, 
Ere  life  on  earth  is  ended. 

And  must  its  trials  meet 
With  all  its  weakness  blended, — 

Against  the  sins  of  age 

Awake  my  jealous  care, 

That  I  gray  hairs  may  thus 

A  crown  of  glory  wear. 

And  let  me  die  at  last 
My  Christian  faith  professing  ; 

Take  then  my  soul  to  thee, 
To  share  eternal  blessing : 

And  to  my  body  give 

Among  thy  dead  a  place. 

That,  as  their  ashes  sleep, 

Mine  too  may  sleep  in  peace. 

9 


98  HYMNS. 


And  when  thy  saints  shall  rise, 
Then,  Jesus,  I  implore  thee, 

Complete  in  righteousness, 
May  I  appear  before  thee  ; 
And  hear  my  Savior  say, 
In  voice  of  tender  love, 
"  Come,  ye  redeem'd,  and  share 
"My  perfect  joys  above  ! " 


J.  Hermann^ 


52^  PRAYER  FOR  MERCIES  IN 

GENERAL. 

1  Now  in  thy  presence  I  appear, 
0  Lord,  my  supplications  hear  ! 
The  record  of  my  crimes  efface. 
Thou  God  of  mercy  and  of  grace  ! 

2  A  heart  that's  pure,  create  in  me, 
A  heart  to  love  and  honor  thee. 

An  humble  heart  of  thanks  and  praise, 
A  heart  to  trust  thee  all  my  days. 

3  Be  thou  my  help  when  dangers  rise, 
On  thee  I  rest  my  waiting  eyes : 
No  ills  can  do  my  spirit  harm. 
While  guarded  by  thy  friendly  arm. 

4  Myself  and  hopes  are  in  thy  hand, 
From  thee,  all  that  I  understand  ; 

But  still  increase  my  knowledge.  Lord, 
By  sure  instructions  of  thy  word. 


HYMNS.  99 

5  Thy  name  —  that  it  may  yield  delight, 
0  keep  it  ever  in  my  sight ! 

My  faith  —  that  it  may  work  my  joy. 
Let  works  of  faith  be  my  employ. 

6  So,  Lord,  my  path  of  duty  teach,  — 
That,  learning,  I  may  strive  to  reach. 
In  what  I  do,  the  perfect  rule 

Of  virtue  taught  me  in  thy  school. 

7  In  my  own  strength,  I'm  all  unfit 
The  trials  of  the  world  to  meet : 

But,  with  thy  strength  to  bear  me  through. 
Can  meet  them,  and  can  conquer  too. 

8  Of  earthly  good,  to  make  me  blest. 
Grant,  Lord,  just  what  thou  seeest  best : 
Of  envied  wealth  I  ask  no  store,  — 
What  thou  wilt  bless  —  I  ask  no  more. 

9  The  bounties  thou  to  me  shalt  lend. 
May  I  to  others'  wants  extend  ; 
More  pleas'd  the  needy  to  relieve. 
Than  when  thy  bounties  I  receive. 

10  0  grant  me  health  for  doing  good. 
For  serving  thee  with  gratitude  : 
While  for  my  health  I  never  take 
Such  care,  as  duty  to  forsake. 

1 1  Ever  a  faithful  friend  supply. 

To  cheer  my  way  to  joys  on  high  ; 
One  who,  that  both  for  God  may  live. 
Shall  counsel  and  example  give. 


100  HYMNS. 

12  Should  thou  old  age  to  me  assign, 
And  should  its  evil  days  be  mine  : 
May  still  my  trust  in  thee  abide, 
Nor  clouds  of  age  thy  mercy  hide. 

13  And  when  my  life  on  earth  shall  end, 
Wilt  thou  my  dying  couch  attend  ! 

Be  then,  through  thy  dear  Son,  0  Lord, 
My  endless  life,  my  great  reward  ! 

C.  F.  Gellert. 


53.  WORTH  OF  PRAYER. 

1  My  richest  comfort,  here  while  living, 

Is  found  in  praying  to  my  God  : 
This,  in  my  weakness,  strength  is  giving, 
And  cheers  the  roughest,  darkest  road. 
In  ev'ry  toil,  in  ev'ry  grief, 
'T  is  pray'r  supplies  my  best  relief. 

2  Where  can  I  peace  or  hope  discover, 

When  conscience  to  its  duty  wakes, 
And,  all  my  sins  recounting  over. 
The  scourge  of  retribution  shakes  ? 
No  other  hope  or  refuge  near, 
To  God  for  mercy  I  repair. 

3  And  must  I  meet  the  scorn  of  scoffers, 

If  I  with  sin  will  not  comply  ?  — 
My  soul  its  pray'r  in  secret  offers 

To  God  for  grace.     He  hears  my  cry ;  - 
A  father's  love  from  fear  relieves. 
And  courage  for  his  service  gives. 


HYMNS.  101 

4  I  would  not  for  revenge  be  seeking. 

Should  any  for  my  inj'ry  seek  ; 
Nor  ever  meet  with  evil  speaking 
Those  who  of  me  may  evil  speak  ; 
All  my  revenge  shall  he  the  pray'r 
That  they  with  me  His  grace  may  share. 

5  And  when  a  trouble  may  distress  me 

For  which  the  world  I  cannot  blame, 
I,  to  a  God  who  hears,  address  me 
For  his  support  to  bear  the  same. 
From  griefs  which  we  to  Him  confide. 
His  mercy  he  will  never  hide. 

6  And,  for  the  duties  of  the  calling 

To  me  by  providence  assign'd, 
I  strength  implore,  before  him  falling ;  — 
Nor  plead  in  vain.     The  strength  I  find  : 
'Tis  He  that  gives  ;  — and  Him  I  bless 
For  strength,  and  skill,  and  all  success. 

7  Or,  if  an  evil  lust  be  raging,  — 

Too  weak  its  violence  to  quell. 
On  God  I  call.     For  me  engaging. 
He  nerves  my  heart  to  do  his  will ; 
And,  strong  in  his  resistless  might. 
To  vict'ry  I  maintain  the  fight. 

8  And  when,  in  life's  last  struggle  lying. 

To  me  none  else  can  render  aid ; 

To  God  my  voice  shall  then  be  crying. 

Nor  Death  shall  make  my  soul  afraid. 

Though  voice  should  fail,  my  dying  sighs 

Accepted  pray'r  to  him  shall  rise. 

J.  B.  Miller. 

9* 


102  HYMNS. 

54.  PRAYER  TO  THE  TRINITY. 

1  Thou  God  the  Father,  now  in  love 

And  mercy,  stand  beside  me  ! 
Far  from  my  soul  my  sins  remove. 

From  dread  of  vengeance  hide  me  ! 
And,  by  thy  word,  show  me  the  way 
That  leads  to  an  eternal  day, 

Nor  leave  me  here  to  wander. 

2  Guard  me,  T^ord  Jesus  ;  render  me 

Of  self  deception  wary  ! 

0  keep  me  from  hypocrisy. 
Long  as  on  earth  I  tarry. 

1  now  to  thee  my  soul  confide, 
Thou  Son  of  God,  with  me  abide  — 

In  living,  or  in  dying. 

3  Thou  Holy  Ghost,  true  wisdom's  source. 

Of  faith  my  measure  heighten  ! 
Sustain  me  in  true  wisdom's  course. 

What's  dark  in  me  enlighten  ! 
Grant  too  that  I  my  life  may  spend 
In  holiness,  till  life  shall  end, 

And  then  depart  to  glory  ! 

4  Thou  Tliree  in  One,  the  only  God, 

What  hopes  or  fears  betide  me, — 
0  let  them  never  from  the  road 

Of  love  and  truth  divide  me  ! 
My  joys  and  griefs  —  a  tangled  maze,  — 
Direct  them  all  to  show  thy  praise,  — 

Then  take  my  soul  to  heaven  ! 


HYMNS.  103 

THE  BELIEVER'S  CONFLICT. 

1  For  help,  O  whither  shall  I  flee  ? 

Who  now  to  peace  will  guide  me  ? 
To  none,  dear  Savior,  hut  to  thee. 

Can  I  with  hope  confide  me. 
'T  is  thine  to  give  the  weary  rest, 
The  mourning  soul  in  thee  is  blest,  — 

Help,  Jesus,  the  afflicted  ! 

2  My  sin,  0  Lord,  is  now  my  grief, 

Against  my  will  it  rages  :  — 
Thy  grace  alone  can  bring  relief. 

While  sin  its  warfare  wages. 
All  that  I  need  is  known  to  thee. 
And  now  a  part  myself  can  see,  — 

Help,  Jesus,  the  sin-burden'd  ! 

3  Good  Shepherd,  bearest  thou  the  weak  ? 

Sustain  me  in  my  weakness  ! 
Thou  Great  Physician  of  the  sick. 

Heal  thou  my  moral  sickness  ! 
A  prey  to  Death  I  helpless  fall,  — 
For  health  and  strength  to  thee  I  call. 

Save,  Jesus,  or  I  perish  ! 

4  To  those  who  trust  thee  —  "  Nothing  fear  ! '' 

"  I  am  the  Life  !  "  —  thou  criest. 
Seeks  not  my  soul,  with  strong  desire. 

The  life  which  thou  suppliest  ? 
Through  all  my  sorrows  thou  canst  lead. 
In  death  provide  for  ev'ry  need  — 

Help,  Jesus,  the  confiding ! 


104  HYMNS. 

5  I  would  do  good,  but  still  I  fail,  — 
Must  I  thus  always  waver  ? 
What  grief  it  gives  thou  knowest  well. 

Who  shall  my  soul  deliver, 
And  set  the  slave  forever  free 
From  sin  and  death,  to  live  with  thee  ?  — 
I  thank  thee,  God,  through  Jesus  ! 

J.  Neander. 


56.  CHRISTIAN  WARFARE. 


Ah  !  when  shall  I  be,  from  sinning 
And  from  wrong  affections,  free  ? 

When,  the  vict'ry  fully  winning, 
Be  well-pleasing.  Lord,  to  thee  ? 

Lhave  still  to  own,  with  weeping, 

Sin  his  watch  within  is  keeping. 
Still,  full  oft,  with  efforts  strong, 
Urges  me  to  do  the  wrong. 

Yet,  in  time  of  my  devotions. 
Musing  on  thy  sacred  word, 

I  have  felt  those  sweet  emotions 
Which  to  saints  their  bliss  afford. 

Then  I  priz'd  this  holy  pleasure 

Far  above  all  worldly  treasure, 
Wish'd  a  heart  entirely  thine. 
Warm  with  virtue  all  divine. 


HYMNS.  105 

3  Then  too  yow'd,  full  purpose  making, 

That  I  only  thine  would  be. 
And,  my  inmost  pow'rs  awaking. 

From  all  evil  would  be  free  ; 
Thee  my  service  wholly  giving, 
Ever  for  thy  glory  living, 

Sin  in  all  its  forms  would  shun, 

And  the  ways  of  God  would  run. 

4  But,  alas  !  —  tdo  soon,  exerting 

Hidden  pow'r,  some  passion  rose, 
Marring,  hind'ring,  disconcerting 

Ev'ry  good  I  might  propose. 
Lures  to  pleasure,  fears  and  troubles, 
111  examples,  cheating  bubbles, — 

These  on  ev'ry  side  assail,  — ■ 

And  my  schemes  of  goodness  fail. 

5  Wretched  man  !  —  from  evil  turning. 

Vain  my  utmost  strength  appears  ; 
Then,  with  deepest  sorrow  mourning. 

Fruitless  too  are  all  my  tears. 
Still  my  heart  with  sin  is  teeming  — - 
Is  there  none  from  sin  redeeming  ?  — 

Thanks  !  —  my  God,  through  Christ,  will  free 

From  this  load  of  misery  ! 

6  Thou  forgivest,  God  of  mercies. 

Those  who  'gainst  their  errors  strive  : 
They  alone  shall  bear  thy  curses, 
Who  in  sin  consent  to  live. 


106  HYMNS. 

May  I  not  then  hope  for  pardon, 
While  I  feel  my  sins  a  burden  ? 
Trusting  to  thy  gracious  care. 
Can  I  yield  me  to  despair  ? 

7  Since,  while  I  am  here  remaining, 

Sin  will  new  advantage  seek  ; 
And,  perfection  not  attaining, 

I  must  still  continue  weak  :  — 
Bless  me  so  in  all  my  striving. 
So  direct  me  in  my  living. 

That,  in  all  sincerity, 

I  may  humbly  walk  with  thee. 

8  When  I  fall,  make  me  observant. 

Careful  lest  I  fall  again. 
Haste  to  strengthen  then  thy  servant. 

That  my  course  I  may  maintain  : 
Warn  me  !  —  ever  go  beside  me  ! 
Daily  on  —  still  onward  guide  me  ! 

Till  I  reach  eternal  rest, 

With  thy  perfect  image  blest 


Balth.  Muenter. 


57.  PILGRIMAGE  OF  LIFE. 

1       My  Life  is  but  a  pilgrim-stand  :' — 
A  trav'ler  to  my  father-land, 

I  seek  the  city  with  foundation. 
Whose  builder,  maker,  is  my  God  ; 
And  gaining  there  my  blest  abode. 

Would  ever  sing  his  great  salvation. 
My  Life  is  here  a  pilgrim-stand, 
I'm  trav'ling  to  my  father-land. 


HYMNS.  107 

The  hours  of  Life's  uncertain  day 

Haste  on  without  a  moment's  stay, 
And,  when  once  gone,  are  gone  forever ;  — 

They  hear  me  to  eternity : 

Lord  Jesus,  give  me  eyes  to  see  ! 
Whate'er  I  need  to  know,  discover  ! 

Nor  let  earth's  vain  dehisions  hide 

Thee  from  my  sight,  my  only  guide  1 

No  journey  is  without  its  cares  :  — 
Life's  journey  too  the  spirits  wears ;  — 

It  is  not  all  a  path  of  roses. 
The  road  is  narrow,  —  foes  are  strong  — 
And  oft  entice  me  to  the  wrong ;  — 

The  tangled  thorn  my  way  opposes ;  — 
O'er  trackless  wilds  I'm  forc'd  to  go. 
And,  groping,  toil  my  passage  through. 

At  times  to  me  the  Sun  is  bright," — 

That  Sun  that  sheds  its  gracious  light, 
Alone  to  bless  the  pure  in  spirit : 

Then  comes  the  roaring,  raging  storm,  — 

So  loud,  terrific  its  alarm,  — 
So  dark,  —  I  cannot  help  but  fear  it : 

But  when  I  think  of  joys  above. 

My  terror  yields  its  place  to  love. 

Thou,  Jesus,  once  a  pilgrim  too, 
Wilt  prove  thyself  a  helper  true, 
Of  all  my  anxious  cries,  a  hearer. 
Thy  warning  word  in  mind  I'll  keep, 


108  HYMNS. 

And,  by  thy  guidance,  ev'ry  step 
Shall  bring  me  to  salvation  nearer. 
My  life  and  strength  are  waning  fast. 
Lord,  with  thy  consolations  haste  ! 

6  0  grant  me  growth  in  holiness ! 
With  stronger  faith  my  spirit  bless  ! 

And  thus  of  stumbling  make  me  heedful 
I  daily  fall  —  help  me  to  rise. 
And,  by  each  fall,  yet  more  to  prize 

Thy  helping  hand,  so  often  needful : 
While,  in  this  darken'd  soul  of  mine, 
Thy  beams  of  mercy  brighter  shine. 

7  And  when  my  heart,  O  God  of  grace, 
Shall  faint  with  longings  for  thy  face, 

0  grant  my  soul  thy  full  fruition  ! 
Whene'er  to  earth  my  eyelids  close, 
May  I  with  thee  enjoy  repose 

Where  sin  and  grief  find  no  admission. 
Thy  weary  child  bid  thither  come, 
To  live  with  Tliee  —  a  blissful  Home. 


8       My  lot  is  here  with  strangers  thrown. 

And  by  the  world  I'm  little  known  ;  — 
But  there  friends  wait  with  joy  to  meet  me  : 

And  there,  with  those  I  love  the  most, 

I'll  join  in  song  the  angel-host, 
Wliose  glories  with  their  welcome  greet  me. 

My  Saviour,  come  !  no  more  delay  ! 

And  bless  me  with  that  happy  day  ! 

F.  A.  Lampc. 


HYMNS.  109 

REST  IN  HEAVEN. 

1  We  are  but  pilgrims  here  below. 

With  loads  of  care  oppress'd, 
Wliile  through  earth's. dreary  vale  We  go, 

And  vainly  look  for  rest. 
His  way  beset  with  griefs  and  fear. 

The  weary  wand'rer  sighs,  — 
He  seeks,  and  ever  hopes  't  is  near, 

The  good  that  from  him  flies. 

2  Here  is  no  father-land,  —  no  home. 

No  resting-place  is  here ;  — 
For  trial  we  are  hither  come. 

The  soul  pants  with  desire. 
But  her  desires  can  never  fill ; 

And  cures,  that  here  are  found 
The  wounded  heart  of  man  to  heal. 

Add  torment  to  the  wound. 

3  The  pleasures,  which  on  earth  we  find, 

Are  smoke,  soon  seen  no  more  ; 
They're  billows  which  the  angry  wind 

Is  dashing  on  the  shore. 
With  toil  we  build,  and  then  destroy ;  — 

We  oft  new  burdens  choose  :  — 
And,  what  to-day  we  count  our  joy. 

To-morrow  we  refuse. 

4  The  pride  of  knowledge,  falsely  call'd. 

Oft  leads  our  souls  astray : 

The  blind  by  blinder  guides  are  told 

"  We've  found  a  better  way  !  " 
10 


110  HYMNS. 

Dear  Savior,  from  thy  throne  above, 

Set  us  from  error  free  ! 
Grant  us  to  serve  thee  here  in  love, — 

Then  bear  us  home  to  thee  ! 

5  When  faith  thy  promise  humbly  takes. 

And  seeks  thy  will  to  do,  — 
Clear  light  upon  our  pathway  breaks. 

The  world  to  guide  us  through. 
Thy  Spirit  send,  our  souls  to  save  ! 

Thy  wisdom  make  our  own  !  — 
That  we  may  rest'beyond  the  grave. 

And  wear  the  pilgrim's  crown. 


59.  PATH  OF  LIFE. 

1  The  way  of  Christians  leads  through  deserts  dreary. 

And  thorny  is  their  road  ; 
The  mountain  heights  are  fearful,  steep,  and  weary,. 
By  which  they  rise  to  God. 

2  But,  trav'ler,  falter  not !  —  God's  hand  extended 

Shall  guide  and  strengthen  thee  : 
Look  onward !  — Where  their  earthly  course  is  ended! 
The  crown  of  glory  see  ! 

3  This  prize  full  well  deserves  thy  utmost  striving ; 

Not  worthy  to  compare 
Are  trials  which,  ere  to  the  goal  arriving, 
The  faithful  pilgrims  bear. 


HYMNS.  Ill 

[  Through  all  its  straits  would  I  still,  uncomplaining. 
The  narrow  way  pursue  :  — 
What  joy  and  thanks, — when,  to  its  end  attaining, 
I  reach  the  garland  too  ! 

)  Oft  now,  while  faith  hefore  my  thoughts  is  bringing 
The  victor's  happy  crown ; 
My  raptur'd  soul  her  flight  from  earth  is  winging 
Up  to  the  Savior's  throne. 

C,  C.  Sturm. 


WAY  TO  HEAVEN. 

1  Steep  and  thorny  is  the  way 
Which  to  endless  life  is  leading; 

Blest  is  he,  with  Christ  his  stay, 
WTio  that  narrow  way  is  treading  ! 
Happy,  who  its  end  attains, 
And  the  prize  of  glory  gains  ! 

2  'Bove  all  measure  his  reward, 
Who,  till  death,  is  persevering ; 

Who  from  earth  withholds  regard, 
But,  to  Jesus  still  adhering. 
Firm  in  faith  directs  his  eye 
Ever  to  the  crown  on  high. 

3  He  whom,  though  unseen,  we  love, 
He  has  won  our  prize  so  glorious ; 

From  the  cross,  to  God  above 
He  ascended  all-victorious,  — 
When  "  'T  is  finish'd  ! "  he  had  cried, 
And,  for  vict'ry,  first  had  died. 


112  HYMNS. 

4  Conq'ring  Chief  !  —  we,  void  of  fear. 
Follow  thee,  no  toil  declining ; 

Storms  and  night  surround  us  herCy 
There  the  light  is  ever  shining  ; 
Dawn  is  beaming,  seen  by  faith 
Through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death. 

5  Onward,  comrades,  urge  your  way  ! 
Let  no  fears  or  foes  alarm  us  ! 

Look  to  Jesus  !  —  Watch,  —  and  pray 
That  our  God  with  strength  may  arm  us ! 
In  our  weakness  mighty  shown. 
He  gives  vict'ry  through  his  Son. 


^\  DESPONDING  CHRISTIAN  AND 

CHRIST. 


1  Jesus,  my  Lord  and  God, 
Whose  glories  none  can  tell ; 
My  spirit's  life  and  strength. 
My  great  Immanuel ! 

Thy  people  thou  dost  form, 
And  from  their  evil  cleanse,  — 
Grant  then,  0  Lord,  to  me 
Deliv'rance  from  my  sins  ! 

Confide  in  my  promise !  —  confiding,  be  still .' 
Distrust  not  my  power  !  —distrust  not  my  will ! 
Behold,  from  afar  I  salvation  reveal ! 

2  Ah,  Yes  !  my  spirit's  friend, 
I  feel  I'm  far  from  thee  : 


HYMNS.  113 

0  draw  me  to  thyself  ! 

Reveal  thy  pow'r  in  me  ! 

A  heart,  0  Lord,  that's  pure, 

Of  all  things  wish  I  most,  — 

But  mine  is  all  defil'd  :  — 

Alas  !  must  I  be  lost  ? 
Thou  art  not  forsaken,  —  thy  heart  I  renew ; 
I  am  thy  Redeemer  ;  remain  to  me  true  ! 
My  perfect  redemption  in  thee  will  I  show. 

3  Redemption !  —  I  am  yet 
By  sin  with  fetters  bound : 
And  am  I  true  ?     Alas, 
I'm  fickle,  faithless  found  : 
And  where  is  that  new  heart 
Should  glow  with  love  to  God  ? 
Guilt  feel  I  more  and  more, — 
My  sins  a  heavier  load  \ 

Thy  pray'r  I  will  answer  :  —  in  spite  of  all  foes. 
From  sin  I  will  save  thee, — from  Hell's  fearful  woes: 
Vll  do  it !  —  Who  can  the  Almighty  oppose  ? 

4  'T  is  well !  I  own  thy  grace. 
And  in  thy  word  confide  : 
Hope  shall  my  anchor  be. 
Till  safe  in  port  I  ride. 

Dear  Savior,  through  my  course. 

To  me  thy  guidance  lend. 

Till  I  at  length  shall  come 

Where  sins  and  sorrows  end. 
Believer,  be  fearless  !  —  this  anchor  hold  fast  I 
Doubt  not !  —  I  will  guard  thee,  till  dangers  be  past» 
And  to  a  sure  haven  will  bring  thee  at  last. 
10* 


114  HYMNS. 

62.  GODLY  FEAR. 

1  Most  High  !  with  reverence  to  fear  thee 

Is  both  our  duty  and  delight ; 
None  can  with  holy  joy  come  near  thee, 
But  those  who  fear  before  thy  sight : 
Work  then,  dear  Father,  work  in  me. 
By  thy  good  Spirit,  fear  of  thee  ! 

2  May  it  preside  o'er  all  my  goings, 

Control  my  heart,  direct  my  will ; 
Thus  guarding  me,  in  all  my  doings, 
From  ev'ry  known  approach  to  ill : 
For,  till  the  love  of  sin  be  slain, 
All  show  of  love  to  thee  is  vain. 

3  Grant  that  I  ever  may  adore  thee 

As  One  who  all  my  actions  sees ; 
And  be  afraid  to  do  before  thee 

Aught  that  would  thee  my  God  displease. 
What  if  the  praise  of  earth  were  gain'd. 
If  thee,  great  God,  I  should  offend  ! 

4  May  I,  too,  fear  the  Judgment  coming, 

Nor  dare  with  scoffers  to  agree  : 
Despairing  not,  yet  not  presuming,  — 
Nor  arrogant  in  serving  thee : 
Nor  let  thy  grace  be  my  pretence 
For  blind  or  careless  confidence. 


HYMNS.  115 

5  May  I  so  dread  all  that  would  nourish 

The  lawless  appetites  of  sin  ; 
So  all  the  right  affections  cherish, 
That  I  through  thee  may  vict'ry  win  ; 
And,  when  the  conflict  shall  be  past. 
May  triumph  with  thy  saints  at  last. 

6  Maintain  my  conscience  pure,  unswerving, 

Fearless  of  shame  or  trouble  here  ; 
And  this,  my  heart  with  courage  nerving. 
For  ev'ry  trial  will  prepare  : 
While  nothing  shall  allure,  or  fright 
My  soul  from  choosing  what  is  right. 

7  May  rev'rence  prompt  all  my  reflections,  — 

And  still,  wherever  I  may  be. 
Direct  in  honesty  my  actions. 

From  all  disguise  and  feigning  free. 
They  who  thus  honor  thee  in  heart  — 
None  else  —  with  thee  shall  have  their  part. 


8  Thus  may  I  fear  thee  while  I'm  living ; 
Dying,  I'll  fear  not  death  or  grave : 
And  then,  eternal  life  receiving. 

For  which  thy  Son  the  purchase  gave, 
Will  rise  to  share  thy  joys  above. 
Where  all  is  light,  and  peace,  and  love. 

Benj.  Schraolke. 


116  HYMNS. 

63.  JOY  IN  GOD. 

1  In  thee,  0  God,  I  iind  my  joy, 

Thou  art  my  trust,  —  What  can  annoy. 
Long  as  thy  love  shall  bless  me  ? 
Lord,  I  am  thine, 
And  thou  art  mine ;  — 
Can  any  want  distress  me  ? 

2  For  thou  hast  chosen  me  by  grace, 
And  with  thy  saints  assign'd  my  place, 

The  world  in  vain  would  hurt  me  : 

Thy  mercy  will 

Its  measure  fill, — 
Thou  never  wilt  desert  me. 

3  Thy  patience  too  is  strangely  kind, 
Of  daily  sins  I  pardon  find  : 

To  me,  my  guilt  deploring. 

Thou  bring'st  anew 

Thy  Son  to  view. 
My  comfort  thus  restoring. 

4  Thou  art  to  me  the  best  of  friends. 
That  to  my  ev'ry  want  attends : 

None  can  thyself  resemble  ! 

Firm  at  thy  side 

Wilt  thou  abide, 
Though  hills  and  mountains  tremble. 


HYMNS.  117 

5  Thou  art  my  light,  my  life,  desire. 
My  Rock :  —  and  can  I  more  require 

That's  found  in  earth  or  heaven  ? 

Lord,  without  thee, 

All  else  to  me 
For  joy  were  vainly  given. 

6  'Bove  ev'ry  good,  thou  art  the  best, 
On  whom  my  highest  pleasures  rest ; 

In  thee  I  live  confiding : 

Here,  and  above, 

Lord,  may  our  love 
Be  evermore  abiding ! 

7  Thou  blessest  me  :  —  let  foes  revile  ! 
Since,  for  my  harm)  their  rage  and  toil 

Must  prove  all  unavailing. 

While  thou  art  near 

I  will  not  fear. 
But  sing  with  song  unfailing. 

8  From  thee  is  flowing  endless  peace. 
Its  streams  with  pleasure  now  I  trace. 

Thou  source  of  true  enjoyment. 

To  where  thy  praise, 

Through  endless  days, 
Shall  be  my  blest  employment. 

To  human  eye  has  not  appear'd 
What  joys  above  thou  hast  prepar'd, — 
But  faith  cannot  deceive  me  : 
There  perfect  bliss 
I  shall  possess, 
And  of  it  none  bereave  me.  s.  Liscov. 


118  HYMNS. 


64.  CONFIDENCE  IN  GOD. 


Whatever  God  does,  is  fitly  done  ; 

To  change  my  evil  nature, 
He  gave  his  Spirit  through  his  Son, 
And  form'd  me  a  new  creature. 
His  mercy's  sure. 
It  will  endure ; 
And,  on  this  firm  foundation, 
I  rest  me  for  salvation. 

Whatever  God  does,  is  fitly  done; 

And  right  his  sov''reign  pleasure : 
Since  he  has  made  my  care  his  own, 
ril  trust  his  ev'ry  measure : 
He  is  my  God,  — 
Through  all  my  road, 
He  knows  how  to  sustain  me. 
And  in  his  service  train  me. 

Whatever  God  does,  is  fitly  done; 

He  is  my  guide  —  defender ;  — 
In  varied  forms  his  love  is  shown  : 
To  Him  my  will  I  render 
In  joy,  or  wo,  — 
And  time  will  show 
How  well  he  has  directed. 
And  all  my  way  protected. 


HYMNS.  119 

Whatever  God  does,  is  fitly  done  ; 
And  all,  for  wisest  reasons : 
By  best  of  paths  he  leads  me  on,  — 
E'en  at  the  darkest  seasons 
I  find  his  grace 
In  ev'ry  place ; 
And,  conscious  of  his  keeping, 
I  change  to  joy  my  weeping. 

Wliate'er  God  does,  is  fitly  done; 

Of  this  I  have  assurance. 
True  !  —  here  my  life  its  course  may  run 
Through  dangers  and  endurance  : 
Still,  I  shall  share 
His  loving  care ;  — 
His  circling  arms  infold  me. 
And,  when  I  die,  will  hold  me. 


Whatc'er  God  does,  is  fitly  done ; 

His  cup  —  shall  I  refuse  it, 
Because  it  is  a  bitter  one  ^ 
He  sees  it  best,  —  I  choose  it : 
And  He  at  last 
Will  make  me  rest 
Where  duty  has  no  trials, 
And  needs  no  self-denials. 

Sam.  Rodegast. 


120  HYMNS. 

65.  TRUST  IN  GOD. 

1  Rule  thou  my  portion,  Lord  ;  my  skill 

I  could  not  trust  to  guide  it : 
To  my  Creator's  gracious  will 
I  cheerfully  confide  it ; 

Thou,  by  whose  hands 

All  nature  stands. 
Through  all  the  days  decreed  me. 
My  God  and  Father,  lead  me  ! 

2  Thou  sawest  from  Eternity 

How  much  would  best  befit  me  ; 

Didst  fix  what  here  my  days  should  be, 

What  joys  and  griefs  should  meet  me. 

Why  shrink  my  heart  ? 

Wouldst  thou  have  part 

In  faith's  rich  blessings  tender'd, 

Without  faith's  service  render'd  ? 

3  Thou  knowest,  Lord,  my  ev'ry  want, 

And,  ere  my  pray'r  is  pleaded. 
Art  ready  my  request  to  grant, 
As  wisdom  sees  't-is  needed. 

Thy  love  to  me 

Is  fatherly :  — 
Be  not  my  wish  the  measure, 
But,  Father,  thy  good  pleasure. 


HYMNS.  121 

4  Full  oft  a  course  of  wish'd  success 

Prepares  for  sorrows  —  firmer 
Than  any  wrought  by  such  distress 
At  which  we're  prone  to  murmur. 

From  earthly  grief 

Death  brings  relief,  — 
While  cherish'd  idols  —  failing, 
Then  bring  remorse  and  wailing. 

5  \Vliat  't  is  that  forms  our  highest  good, 

All  know  who  wish  to  hear  it : 
Nor  honors,  wealth,  nor  pamp'ring  food 
Can  cheer  the  deathless  spirit : 

But  if  thy  word 

We  w^ill  regard, 
We  hence  may  pleasures  borrow. 
To  sweeten  ev'ry  sorrow. 

6  What  is  life's  glory  here  below  ? 

Soon  it  will  all  have  vanish'd  : 
What  is  the  grief  we  suffer  now  ? 
'T  will  soon  be  ever  banish'd. 

Trust  in  the  Lord  ! 

For  His  reward 
To  endless  glory  raises,  — 
Ye  righteous,  sing  his  praises  ! 

C.  F.  Gellert. 


II 


122  HYMNS. 

66.  GOD  OUR  DEFENCE. 

1  A  toWr  of  safety  is  our  God, 

His  sword  and  shield  defend  us ; 
His  mercy  too  relieves  the  load 
Of  evils  that  attend  us. 
But  the  ancient  foe 
Strives  to  work  our  wo  ; 
Fearful  power  and  art 
In  him  their  force  exert,  — 
On  earth  he  has  no  rival. 

2  By  strength  of  ours  naught  could  be  done,  — 

The  strife  full  soon  were  ended  ; 
But  tights  for  us  that  righteous  One 
By  God  himself  commended. 
Needs  his  name  be  told  ? 
Jesus  —  from  of  old 
Lord  of  Sabaoth,  — 
Our  God  and  Savior  both,  — 
He  shall  our  souls  deliver. 

3  Though  devils  all  the  earth  should  fill, 

Each  gaping  to  devour  us, 
This  Savior  would  our  terrors  quell, 
And  vict'ry  guide  before  us. 
Prince  of  this  vain  world, 
Be  thy  fury  hurl'd 
On  our  heads  !  —  't  were  vain  ! 
He  will  thy  rage  restrain, 
His  smallest  word  subdue  thee. 


HYMNS.  123 

4  His  truth  omfoes  shall  help  to  show,  — 
For  this  no  thanks  they  merit ;  — 
Believing  him  we  onward  go. 
He  cheers  us  by  his  Spirit :  — 
Should  they,  in  the  strife, 
Quench  our  joys  —  and  life  ;  — 
When  their  worst  is  done. 
For  us  the  vict'ry's  won  — 
He'll  crown  us  then  with  glory  ! 

M.  Luther. 


GOD'S  GUIDANCE. 

As  God  shall  lead  I'll  take  my  way. 
Nor  wish  my  own  selection  : 

The  path  He  chooses  cannot  stray, 
Nor  needs  it  my  correction. 

His  guidance  I  will  ever  keep. 

And  cheerful  follow  step  by  step  — 
As  child  would  trust  a  father. 

As  God  shall  lead  I'll  follow  still. 
Imploring  his  assistance,  — 

Though  far  too  often  my  self-will 
Might  wish  to  make  resistance : 

Let  God  for  me  the  w^ay  explore. 

And  I  will  now,  and  evermore, 
His  counsel  seek  to  honor. 


124  HYMNS. 

3  If  God  will  lead  me  —  't  is  enough,  — 

On  Him  is  my  reliance  : 
And  let  the  road  be  smooth,  or  rough, 

I  yield  a  glad  compliance. 
Into  his  hands  I  all  commit, 
To  guide  for  me  as  seemeth  fit,  — 

For  living,  or  for  dying, 

4  God  leads  me  —  and  my  ev'ry  change 

I  leave  to  his  good  pleasure  : 
Though  Reason  may  pronounce  it  strange  — 

His  course  reveals  the  measure 
Of  good,  that  He  for  me  had  thought 
Before  I  was  to  being  brought : 

Can  I  refuse  his  guidance  ! 

5  God  leads  me  —  I  will  true  remain, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope  shall  waver : 
My  spirit,  if  his  strength  sustain. 

Who  from  his  love  can  sever  ? 
With  confidence  I'll  hold  it  fast. 
And  ills,  endur'd  from  first  to  last. 

Shall  work  my  greater  blessing. 

6  As  God  shall  lead  I'll  onward  go, 

E'en  where  Death's  shadows  lower : 
But  Death  shall  prove  a  conquer'd  foe. 

His  terrors,  lose  their  power ; 

For  He,  —  my  Savior,  —  will  be  there, 

Who  died  that  faith  might  nothi'ng  fear ;  — 

This  is  my  soul's  sheet-anchor. 

L.  Gedike. 


HYMNS.  125 

68.  GOD  OUR  LIGHT,  &c. 

1  God  is  my  light'!  — Never,  my  soul,  despair 

In  hours  of  thy  distress  ! 
The  sun  withdraws,  and  earth  is  dark  and  drear :  — 
My  Light  will  never  cease  ; 
On  days  of  joy  with  splendor  beaming ;  — 
Through  nights  of  grief,  its  rays  are  gleaming,  — 
God  is  my  Light ! 

2  God  is  my  trust !  —  My  soul,  be  not  afraid  ! 

Thy  Helper  will  abide  : 
"  I'll  not  forsake  thee  !  "  —  He  has  kindly  said,  — 
He's  ever  at  thy  side ; 
In  feeble  age  will  yet  stand  by  thee. 
No  real  good  will  he  deny  thee  :  — 
God  is  my  Trust ! 

3  His  is  the  pow'r  !  —  He  speaks,  and  it  is  done  ; 

Commands,  it  standeth  fast ; 
Ere  hope  of  rescue  is  in  me  begun. 
Behold,  the  work  is  past ! 
When  we  our  weakness  most  are  feeling, 
God  loves  to  prove,  his  strength  revealing, 
His  is  the  Pow'r. 

I  The  kingdom  his  !  —  Throughout  the  earth  he  reigns 
With  wisdom,  grace,  and  might ; 
The  stars  go  on,  and  time  its  course  maintains, 
Beneath  his  watchful  sight ; 
In  silence  onward  still  proceeding, 
The  universe  obeys  his  leading,  — 
The  Kingdom  his  ! 
11* 


126  HYMNS. 

5  God  is  my  shield  !  —  Of  me  he  takes  the  care 

As  none  beside  could  do ; 
He  guards  my  head,  —  he  watches  ev'ry  hair, 
All  dangers  brings  me  through  : 
While  thousands,  to  vain  helpers  calling, 
On  right  and  left  are  near  me  falling,  — 
He  is  my  Shield  ! 

6  God's  my  reward  !  —  Well  pleas'd  I  therefore  go 

The  path  that  He  has  shown  : 

It  has  no  trials  but  my  God  will  know, 

When  he  awards  my  crown. 

I'll  gladly  strive,  the  fight  sustaining. 

Until  in  death  the  vict'ry  gaining,  — 

God's  my  Reward ! 

Hengstenberg. 


69.  FAITHFULNESS  OF  GOD. 

1  God,  to  my  soul  benighted. 

Gave  light  and  life  to  see : 
When  earthly  hopes  are  blighted. 

He'll  not  abandon  me  ! 

He  ever  is  the  same  ! 
As  day  successive  changes. 
He  for  my  wants  arranges, 

Alwaj's  the  great  lam. 

2  While  human  love  or  favor 

Soon  cold  or  dead  appears. 
His  mercy  glows  forever,  — ■ 
He  numbers  all  my  tears. 


HYMNS.  127 


He  softens  all  my  grief ; 
From  sin  and  dang'rous  errors, 
From  guilt  and  gloomy  terrors, 

From  death,  he  gives  relief. 

3  God,  with  his  love,  has  hless'd  me  ! 

Bereft  of  all  besides. 
Upon  his  arm  I'll  rest  me  : 

He  my  affliction  guides,  — 

I'll  leave  it  to  his  will : 
My  int'rests  here,  in  heaven. 
To  God  the  Lord  be  given. 

His  pleasure  to  fulfil. 

4  It  ever  is  his  pleasure 

To  work  his  people's  good  ; 
'T  was  goodness,  beyond  measure. 

Gave  them  a  Savior's  blood. 

He,  who  so  much  has  done, 
Has  said  they  shall  inherit. 
In  body  and  in  spirit. 

All  good  through  Christ  his  Son. 

5  Away  the  world  is  gliding. 

Its  joys  and  empty  show  : 
A  bliss,  pure  and  abiding. 

On  me  will  God  bestow. 

True  !  — life  on  earth  shall  close. 
But  when,  by  grave  invested. 
This  weary  frame  has  rested,  — 

He'll  wake  it  from  repose. 


128  HYMNS. 

6  My  soul,  already  living 

In  God's  paternal  hand, 
Fit  body  then  receiving 

For  my  new  father-land,  — 

It  shall  my  glory  be, 
Where  saints  enjoy  his  blessing, 
To  praise,  with  song  unceasing. 

The  Lamb  eternally. 

7  Though  now  I  sorrows  suffer, 

Such  as  my  sin  requires ; 
My  future  prospects  offer 

All  that  my  heart  desires 

Of  joys  that  shall  endure  : 
Christ  eye  to  eye  appearing. 
My  soul  his  image  wearing. 

My  lot  will  be  secure. 

8  It  is  the  Father's  pleasure. 

Who  here  assign'd  our  place. 
That  now  his  Son's  full  treasure 

Should  yield  us  grace  for  grace  : 

His  Spirit  He  supplies. 
To  us  the  pathway  showing 
Of  bliss  that's  ever  growing,  — 

To  him  let  anthems  rise  ! 

9  Praise  Him,  with  hearts  and  voices, 

Who  gave  us  all  our  pow'rs  ! 
Blest  he,  who  thus  rejoices 

To  consecrate  his  hours  ! 

The  praise  of  God  will  prove 
On  earth  our  best  enjoyment,  — 
Nay  more  !  —  our  blest  employment 

In  realms  of  peace  above.  l.  Helmbold 


HYMNS.  129 

70.  GOD  IS  TRUE. 

1  Our  God  is  true  !  —  Them  he  will  ne'er  forsake 
For  whom  his  love  he  shows ; 
Our  God  is  true  !  — We  shall  his  care  partake, 

In  all  our  joys  and  woes  : 
His  wings  will  spread  their  shelter  o'er  us, 
Though  mountains  quake,  —  earth  yawn  before  us :  — ■ 
Our  God  is  true  ! 

I  Our  God  is  true  !  —  He  is  a  faithful  friend 
We  from  experience  know ;  — 
And  rest  assur'd  he  will  our  souls  defend 

From  ev'ry  watchful  foe. 
His  cov'nant  love  gives  no  denial 
'    To  humble  faith  in  hours  of  trial,  — 
Our  God  is  true  ! 

Our  God  is  true  !  —  His  promise  he  maintains  : 
Lest  we  from  life  should  stray. 

Our  feet  to  guide  where. bliss  immortal  reigns. 
He  onward  lights  our  way. 

God  is  not  man  that  he  should  falter, 

^Yh3X  He  has  spoke  he  will  not  alter.  — 
Our  God  is  true  ! 

Our  God  is  true  !  —  He  has  a  father's  love. 

In  all  he  does  is  good : 
Our  troubles  here  his  faithful  care  will  prove, 

When  all  is  understood. 
In  trials,  grace  and  strength  are  growing. 
And  then,  from  these,  good  works  are  flowing.  — 
Our  God  is  true  ! 


130  HYMNS. 

5  Our  God  is  true  !  —  'T  is  He  who  vengeance  stay'd. 

And  now  removes  our  guilt 
Through  his  dear  Son,  who  well  the  Law  obey'd. 

For  us  his  life's-blood  spilt : 
His  only  Son  for  us  was  given. 
To  save  from  hell,  and  fit  for  heaven.  — 
Our  God  is  true  ! 

6  Our  God  is  true  !  —  And  we,  forever  his. 

Shall  ever  meet  his  care, 
Until  we  come  to  scenes  of  perfect  bliss, 

Eternal  life  to  share. 
And  now  with  blessings  he  receives  us. 
Through  faith  all  needed  grace  he  gives  us  :  — 
Our  God  is  true  ! 

7  Our  God  is  true  !  —  The  watch,  our  father's  eye 

Of  all  his  children  takes ; 
With  pleasure  sees  when  here  his  kind  supply 

Their  gratitude  awakes. 
Would  they  despair  ?  — •  their  hearts  sustaining. 
He  stills  the  voice  of  their  complaining :  — 
Our  God  is  true  ! 

8  Our  God  is  true ! — My  soul,  what  w^ouldst  thou  more : 

He  is  thy  portion  still. 
Let  God  be  true  —  there's  naught  to  fear  —  the'  ston 

Of  fraud  the  world  should  fill. 
With  hate  let  former  friends  be  burning. 
E'en  this  shall  to  thy  good  be  turning,  — 
Our  God  is  true  ! 


HYMNS.  131 

9  Oar  God  is  true  !  —  Never  forget,  my  soul, 
How  kind  and  true  he  is  ! 
Be  true  to  God  !  —  Let  this  thy  life  control, 

And  be  devoutly  his  ! 
From  loving  him  let  nothing  drive  thee  ! 
And  of  this  stay  let  none  deprive  thee,  — 
"  Our  God  is  true!" 

E.  Liebich. 


171.  THE  CHRISTIAN'S  HOPE. 

1  Daar  Savior,  when  I  here  am  blest 
With  lively  hope  of  future  rest 

Where  joys  are  ever  flowing, 
And  there,  by  faith,  see  my  abode ;  — - 
How  light  to  me  the  heaviest  load 

Beneath  which  I  was  bowing  ! 
Then,  all  the  fond  pursuits  of  earth 
Are  in  my  view  as  nothing  worth,  — 
Chas'd  by  the  dawn  of  endless  day. 
Its  glories  pass  like  dreams  away. 

Lord  Jesus  Christ, 

Sure  ground  of  faith,  :1|: 
All  this  is  owing  to  thy  death. 

2  When,  call'd  the  change  of  worlds  to  make. 
My  soul  shall  from  its  fetters  break  — 

Thou,  from  on  high,  be  near  me  ! 
Thy  rod  and  staff  be  then  my  stay,  — 
Through  Death's  dark  valley  guide  my  way, 

With  hopes  of  glory  cheer  me  ! 


132  HYMNS. 

Tlie  splendors  of  the  world  of  light. 
Amid  the  all-surrounding  night, 
Shall  through  the  clouds  of  darkness  shine. 
Revealing  what  shall  soon  be  mine. 

Lord  Jesus  Christ, 

With  cheerful  faith,  :||: 
I  then  shall  sweetly  sleep  in  death. 


3  But  should  my  heart,  reluctant,  shrink  ; 
The  cup  of  Death  still  fear  to  drink ;  — 

My  sins  begin  to  number ;  — 
Then  come  the  thought  —  "  My  Lord  has  died, 
"  My  sins  —  atoning  blood  shall  hide, 

"  Nor  God  will  more  remember  !  " 
The  hope  for  sinners  thou  hast  wrought. 
Their  life,  which  by  that  death  was  bought, 
Which,  God-forsaken,  thou  didst  meet  — 
'T  is  this  alone  makes  dying  sweet. 
Lord  Jesus  Christ, 
My  only  faith,  :||: 
Do  not  forsake  me  at  my  death ! 

4  In  hope  my  weeping  eyes  I'll  close, 
My  flesh  in  dust  find  safe  repose. 

From  all  its  sorrows  resting ; 
And  He  who  died,  from  death  to  save,  — 
His  voice  will  call  me  from  the  grave,  — 

I  know  whom  I  am  trusting. 


HYMNS.  133 

He  lives  !  —  and  foes  I  f ear'd  below,  — 

The  Grave  and  Death,  —  his  pow'r  shall  know; 

He  lives  !  —  and  I,  with  saints  above. 

Shall  know  the  wonders  of  his  love. 

Lord  Jesus  Christ, 

My  spirit's  faith, : II : 
For  life  prepare  me  by  my  death  ! 

5  My  confidence  shalt  thou  remain 
When  thou  to  earth  shall  come  again,  — 

The  tombs  be  rent  asunder : 
Before  thy  throne  I  there  shall  be. 
The  Judge  of  all  the  nations  see,  — 

Shall  see  with  joy  and  wonder. 
Then  wilt  thou,  Lord,  to  me  divide 
A  portion  always  to  abide,  — 
And  I  shall  share  —  by  promise  shown  — 
A  glory  lasting  as  thy  own. 
Thanks,  Lord,  to  thee  ! 
With  shouts  I'll  sing  —  :||: 
"  Where,  Grave,  thy  vict'ry  !  —  Death,  thy  sting  ! " 


|2.  CHRISTIAN  LOVE. 

1  When  they  may  chance  to  meet  together, 
In  whom  thou.  Lord,  hast  thine  abode ; 
Each  will  in  each  soon  find  a  brother. 
Alike  the  purchase  of  thy  blood. 
Thy  Spirit  has  their  spirits  fill'd, 
Their  griefs  and  fears  by  thee  are  quell'd : 
Of  all  their  trust  they  count  thee  worthy. 
And  love,  and  bless,  and  pray  before  thee. 
12 


134  HYMNS. 

2  Though  strangers  to  each  other's  faces, 

In  person  each  to  each  unknown, 
They  soon  discern  the  christian  graces, 
And  heart  to  heart  is  closely  drawn 
By  love  to  thee,  — which  rules  with  pow'r 
In  all  thy  saints,  from  that  blest  hour 
When,  wak'd  from  sin,  in  which  they  slumbei'd* 
They  were  among  thy  people  numher'd. 

3  Theirs  is  a  precious,  joyful  greeting, 

While  each  from  each  thy  praises  learns ; 
Tliat  is  a  happy,  cordial  meeting. 

Where  with  thy  love  each  bosom  burns. 

Their  inmost  souls  they  now  reveal. 

The  glories  of  thy  kingdom  tell. 
Their  guilt,  ingratitude  deploring, 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace  adoring. 

4  The  mouth  of  each  is  overflowing 

With  that  of  which  the  heart  is  full, 
While  all,  in  hope,  are  onward  going 
To  see  thy  throne  of  endless  rule  : 
Here  is  thy  presence  felt,  —  and  more 
Is  learn'd  of  thee  ;  thy  grace  and  pow'r 
Permitting  them  to  taste  a  measure 
Of  what  shall  form  their  endless  pleasure. 

5  0  may  I  always  be  united 

To  such  a  blest  society  ! 
By  those  who  are  with  thee  delighted 

Confirm  yet  more  my  faith  in  thee  ! 

And  from  my  heart,  0  Lord,  remove 

Whatever  would  offend  thy  love  ! 
True  vine,  —  w-ilt  thou  my  spirit  cherish, 
A  branch  that  shall  forever  flourish  ! 


HYMNS.  135 

ASSURANCE  OF  HOPE. 

1  Firm  is  my  hope  of  future  good,  — 

By  grace,  and  through  my  Savior's  blood, 

I  hope  for  life  in  heaven  : 
To  me  my  Father  from  above, 
A  pledge  of  his  unfailing  love. 

Faith  in  his  Son  has  given. 

2  What,  Lord,  can  speak  my  joy  of  heart, 
To  have  in  thy  rich  grace  a  part. 

From  which  no  force  can  sever  ! 
My  soul  from  sin  has  found  a  cure. 
And,  resting  on  thy  word,  is  sure 

To  share  thy  love  forever. 

3  Thy  word,  —  that  word  of  life  and  peace,  — 
Makes  every  doubt  and  murmur  cease, 

If  we  aright  will  hear  it : 
It  yields  us  comfort  in  our  grief. 
In  ev'ry  trial  brings  relief. 

Or  strengthens  us  to  bear  it. 

4  Increase  my  faith  and  knowledge.  Lord, 
By  study  of  thy  sacred  word  ! 

For  this  I'll  here  adore  thee  : 

Be  it  my  light  on  all  my  way. 

And  thus  prepare  me,  day  by  day. 

To  sing  thy  praise  before  thee. 

C.  F.  Gellert. 


136  HYMNS. 

74,  CHRISTIAN  THANKSGIVING. 

'l   Oh  that  I  had  a  thousand  voices  ! 

A  mouth  to  speak  with  thousand  tongues ! 
Then,  with  a  heart  his  praise  rejoices, 
Would  I  proclaim  in  grateful  songs, 
To  all,  wherever  I  should  be. 
What 't  is  the  Lord  has  done  for  me. 

2  0  that  my  voice  might  high  he  sounding, 

Far  as  the  widely  distant  poles ; 
My  blood  be  quick  with  rapture  bounding. 
Long  as  its  vital  current  rolls  ; 
And  ev'ry  pulse  thanksgiving  raise. 
And  ev'ry  breath,  a  hymn  of  praise. 

3  Be  not,  my  pow'rs,  in  silence  sleeping ; 

Awake  !  —  inflame  your  utmost  zeal ! 
Your  strength  in  constant  effort  keeping, 
The  praises  of  my  God  to  swell : 
Soul,  body,  all  your  might  employ  ! 
Extol  the  Lord  with  sacred  joy  ! 

4  Ye  trees  !  —  your  growth  his  seasons  nourish, 

Now  wave  and  rustle  to  his  praise  ! 
Ye  flowrets  fair  !  —  so  soon  to  perish,  — 
Your  forms  with  beauty  he  arrays,  — 
Let  all  your  bloom  now  vocal  be. 
And  join  the  song  of  praise  with  me  ! 


HYMNS.  137 

5  And  yet,  should  universal  Nature] 

Hear  and  obey  my  earnest  call, 
Should  I  have  aid  from  ev'ry  creature. 
The  strength  would  still  he  far  too  small, 
His  greater  wonders  to  unfold. 
Which  all  around  me  I  behold. 

6  Dear  Father,  endless  praise  I  render, 

For  soul  and  body  strangely  join'd  ; 
I  praise  thee,  Guardian  kind  and  tender. 
For  all  the  noble  joys  I  find 
So  richly  spread  on  ev'ry  side. 
And  freely  for  my  use  supplied. 

7  What  equal  praises  can  I  offer. 

Dear  Jesus,  for  thy  mercy  shown  ? 
What  pangs,  my  Savior,  didst  thou  suffer, 
And  thus  for  all  my  sins  atone  ! 
Thy  death  alone  my  soul  could  free 
From  Satan,  to  be  blest  with  thee. 

8  Honor  and  praise,  still  onward  reaching, 

Be  thine  too,  Spirit  of  all  grace. 
Whose  holy  pow'r,  and  faithful  teaching 
Give  me  among  thy  saints  a  place  : 
Whate'er  of  good  in  me  may  shine 
Comes  only  from  thy  light  divine. 

9  Who  grants  immortal  hopes  to  bless  me  ? 

Who,  but  thyself,  0  God  of  love  ? 
Who  guards  my  way  lest  fears  oppress  me  ? 
'T  is  thou.  Lord  God  of  hosts  above. 
And  when  my  sins  thy  wrath  provoke. 
Thy  patience.  Lord,  forbears  the  stroke. 
12* 


138  HTMNS, 

10  I  kiss  the  rod  too,  unrepining, 

When  God  his  chast'ning  makes  me  feel ;  ' 

My  graces  call  for  his  refining, 
The  trial  works  no  lasting  ill : 
It  purifies,  — and  makes  it  known 
Tliat  He  regards  me  as  a  son. 

11  In  life  I  often  have  discover'd. 

With  gratitude  and  glad  surprise, 
When  clouds  of  sorrow  o'er  me  hover'd, 
God  from  them  sent  my  best  supplies: 
In  troubles  He  is  ever  near, 
And  shows  me  all  a  father's  care. 

12  Why  not  then,  with  a  faith  unbounded. 

Forever  in  his  love  confide  ? 
Why  not,  with  earthly  griefs  surrounded. 
Rejoicing,  still  in  hope  abide ;  — 
Until  I  reach  that  blissful  home 
Where  doubts  and  sorrows  never  come  ? 

13  No  more  low  vanities  regarding, 

To  thee,  in  whom  I  find  my  rest, 
I  cry  —  my  inmost  soul  according,  — 
"  My  God,  thou  art  the  Highest,  Best  ; 
"  Strength,  honor,  praise,  and  thanks,  and  pow'r 
"  Be  thine,  both  now  and  evermore  !  " 

14  Of  all  thy  goodness  I'll  be  singing. 

While  yet  my  tongue  has  strength  to  move ; 
To  thee  my  grateful  homage  bringing, 
Long  as  my  heart  has  pow'r  to  love : 
When  feeble  lips  no  voice  can  raise. 
My  dying  sighs  shall  murmur  praise. 


HYMNS.  139 

15  Accept,  0  Lord,  I  now  implore  thee, 
The  meagre  praise  I  give  below : 
In  heav'n  I  better  will  adore  thee, 

When  I  an  angel's  strength  shall  know : 
There  would  I  lead  the  sacred  choir, 


And  raise  their  Hallelujahs  high': 


John  Mentzer. 


THANKSGIVING. 

(Psalm,  103.) 

Now  to  the  Lord  sing  praises. 
My  soul,  and  bless  his  holy  name  ! 

From  Death  and  Hell  he  raises,  — 
What  He  has  done  for  thee  proclaim  ! 
Thy  sins  are  all  forgiven,  — 

With  fear  no  more  oppress'd. 
Thou,  with  bright  hopes  of  heaven, 

Reposest  on  his  breast. 
When  threat'ning  dangers  try  thee, 

On  him  thy  load  is  cast ; 
All  evil  that  comes  nigh  thee 

But  works  thy  good  at  last. 

He  has  to  us  expounded 
His  Law,  most  holy,  good  and  just ;  — 

His  Grace,  to  those  unbounded, 
Who  on  his  faithful  cov'nant  trust. 
His  wrath  is  soon  abating. 

And  lighter  than  our  guilt ; 
His  mercy,  for  us  waiting, 
By  kindness  seeks  to  melt. 


140  HYMNS. 

When  we  with  grief  are  turning 
From  sin,  —  his  rod  he'll  stay,  — 

Far  as  the  eve  from  morning 
Will  put  our  sins  away. 

3  As  throbs  of  pity  move  him 
Who  hears  his  helpless  children  cry, 

So  God,  to  them  who  love  him, 
Is  in  affliction  ever  nigh. 
He  knows  we're  dust ;  —  that  sorrow 

Makes  our  enjoyments  brief, 
Like  grass  that  fades  to-morrow ;  — 

That,  as  the  falling  leaf 
Before  the  wind  now  flying, 

And  now  forever  gone,  — 
So,  feeble  man  is  dying. 

His  hasty  course  is  run. 

4  Unchanging  is  God's  favor, 
No  portion  else  remains  secure ; 

But  this  abides  forever 
To  all  who  in  his  love  endure. 
His  truth  has  never  falter'd 

To  faith  in  ages  past ; 
And  never  will  be  alter'd. 

While  time  and  faith  shall  last. 
Then  let  us  now  be  singing 

His  praise,  as  angels  do  — 
To  Him  their  honors  bringing 

In  praises  ever  new  ! 


HYMNS.  141 

Be  honor,  praise  and  blessing 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

And  pray'r  —  that  He  increasing 
Our  love  for  what  shall  please  him  most, 
We  may,  in  faith  abiding, 

From  Him  our  comfort  find, 
And,  in  his  strength  confiding 

With  heart,  and  soul,  and  mind, 
On  earth  may  live  before  him. 

While  life  endures,  —  and  then, 

With  angels  may  adore  him 

Through  endless  life  —  Amen ! 

Poliander. 


GOD  OUR  FATHER. 

1  Shall  I  not  His  praise  be  singing 

Who  in  glory  reigns  above  ;  — 
To  him  thanks  and  honors  bringing, 

For  the  blessings  of  his  love  ? 
Those,  who  with  sincere  endeavor 
Keep  the  way  that  He  has  shown, 
He  will  as  his  children  own. 
Yielding  them  a  father's  favor., 
All  things  else  their  time  will  last. 
But  His  love,  when  time  is  past. 

2  As  the  eagle  fondly  hovers 

O'er  its  young  defenceless  brood, 
So  my  God  from  danger  covers, 
Granting  me  all  needed  good. 


142  HYMNS. 

With  a  father's  love  he  ey'J  me, 
When  began  my  infant  days ; 
Ere  my  heart  could  mean  his  praise, 

He  with  watchful  care  supplied  me. 
All  things  else  their  time  will  last. 
But  His  love,  when  time  is  past. 

3  Gifts  from  every  side,  to  nourish 

Me,  —  lo  !  at  his  bidding  come  : 
Hills  for  me  with  verdure  flourish. 

Valleys,  too,  for  me  must  bloom : 
Beast,  and  grain,  and  herbage  tender. 
Fish,  and  fowl,  and  loaded  tree. 
From  the  earth,  and  air,  and  sea,  — 
All,  their  welcome  tribute  render. 
Gifts,  like  these,  a  father  prove, 
God  displays  a  father's  love. 

4  For  me,  wretched — hopeless  lying, — 

Worthy  of  his  wrath  alone. 
He  to  shame,  and  griefs,  and  dying, 

Gave  his  well  beloved  Son. 
Who  the  love  of  God  can  measure  ? 
None  of  all  our  feeble  race, — 
While,  on  ev'ry  side,  we  trace 
Proofs  that  mercy  is  his  pleasure. 
Great  my  sins,  but  high  above 
Reaches  his  unbounded  love. 

5  As  my  teacher,  to  direct  me. 

He  has  sent  his  Spirit,  too  : 
Who,  to  comfort  and  protect  me. 
Should  his  scheme  of  love  pursue ; 


HYMNS.  143 

And,  while  I  am  sin  bewailing. 

Give  me  hope  ;  —  in  weakness,  strength, 
Light  in  darkness  ;  —  till,  at  length, 

I  might  sing  his  grace  unfailing. 
And,  though  earthly  griefs  annoy, 
Triumph  still  with  holy  joy. 

6  Shall  I,  weary  of  confiding. 

Fear  what  shall  the  future  be  ? 
Since  on  earth  I've  been  residing, 

God  has  daily  car'd  for  me. 
When  I  think  what  he  has  sent  me,  — 

Comforts  for  my  earthly  home, 

Pledges  for  the  life  to  come,  — 
VvTiat  more  need  I  to  content  me  ? 

Shall  I  my  own  weakness  fear  ? 

He,  my  confidence,  is  near. 

7  0  how  many  springs  of  sadness 

Has  my  God  in  mercy  dried  ! 
And  how  many  streams  of  gladness 

To  my  soul  has  He  supplied  ! 
When  his  purpose  He's  concealing, 

On  his  wisdom  I  will  rest,  — 

Still  he's  doing  what  is  best, 
All  my  ills  and  anguish  healing : 

His,  a  father's  love  to  me, 

Has  been,  and  will  ever  be. 

8  As  a  parent  with  affection 

Still  regards  an  erring  son. 
Whom  aside  from  his  direction 
Some  temptation  may  have  drawn : 


144  HYMNS. 

So,  for  faults,  the  God  of  mercies 
Chastens  them  who  share  his  love. 
Not  in  wrath,  such  as  they  prove 

Who  despise  his  threaten'd  curses  ;  — 
But  that  chast'ning,  understood, 
May  promote  their  greater  good. 

9  Now  he  tries  them  with  distresses,  — 
But  in  these  his  love  is  found  ; 

Then  9.t  last  in  glory  blesses. 

Ana  with  joy  the  victor's  crown'd. 

They,  who  now  in  tears  are  sowing. 
Shall  a  joyful  harvest  reap  :  — 
Though,  if  need  be,  here  they  weep, 

Soon,  with  rapture  ever  growing. 
They  before  the  throne  shall  praise 
Him  who  guided  all  their  ways. 

10  Since,  Lord,  by  thy  boundless  favors 
Thou  hast  shown  a  father's  heart. 

Strengthen  thou  my  weak  endeavors 
Of  a  child  to  do  the  part ! 

What  are  sorrows  here  arising, 
If  thou  love  me  ?     And,  for  thiSi 
I  renounce  all  other  bliss, 

Hopes  and  joys  of  earth  despising : 
These  but  their  brief  time  will  last, 
But  thy  love,  when  time  is  past 


r.  Gerhard. 


HYMNS.  145 

RELIEF  TO  THE  POOR. 

1  The  poor  are  waiting  at  your  door, 

In  their  relief  be  ready  ! 
With  lib'ral  hand  impart  your  store. 

Be  mindful  of  the  needy  ! 
Thei'e,  hungry,  naked,  see  them  stand,  — 
With  what  the  Lord  has  fill'd  your  hand. 

Be  mindful  of  the  needy. 

2  The  poor  —  their  sighing  is  not  good  — 

0  strive  then  to  remove  it ! 
The  favor  on  the  poor  bestow'd  — 

God  will  himself  approve  it. 
Clothe  ye  the  naked  when  they  plead. 
And  with  your  bread  the  hungry  feed,  — 

Remember  thus  the  needy  ! 

3  They  thirst  —  then  freely  give  them  drink. 

As  if  to  Christ  't  were  offered  : 
Of  his  return  let  christians  think 

Who  for  his  people  suiFer'd, 
And  promises  a  full  reward 
To  them  who  shall  his  poor  regard  : 

Forget  not  ye  the  needy  ! 

4  The  poor  for  us  their  pray'rs  will  send 

For  blessings  rich  and  endless. 
And  was  not  Jesus  poor  ?  —  a  friend 

To  us  —  else  poor  and  friendless  ? 
Tliat,  through  his  poverty  and  pain. 
We  might  the  bliss  of  angels  gain  ? 

0  Christians,  help  the  needy  ! 
13 


146  HYMNS. 

5  But  in  God's  name  let  all  be  done 
That  to  the  poor  is  given ; 
Then  Jesus  will  the  doing  own 
On  earth,  and  too  in  heaven. 
And  when  he  comes  —  on  that  blest  day 
With  joy  you'll  hear  your  Savior  say  — 
Ye  to  mysdfJiave  done  it. 


78.  MARRIAGE. 

1  Full  of  wonder,  full  of  skill, 

Full  of  wisdom,  full  of  might. 
Full  of  mercy  and  good-will. 

Full  of  comfort  and  delight,  — 
Full  of  wonder  —  once  again  — 
Is  of  love  the  marriage  chain. 

2  Who  have  strangers  always  been,  — 

Never  were  together  brought,  — 
Neither  by  the  other  seen, — 

Never  of  each  other  thought  — 
These  has  God,  their  hearts  and  hands 
Bound  in  love's  endearing  bands. 

3  Here  an  infant  is  at  nurse, 

There  another's  born  afar ; 
Both  pursue  their  random  course, 

Each  of  each  is  unaware  : 
But  the  wand'rers  yet  shall  come 
And  together  find  a  home. 


HYMNS.  147 

4  This  one  proves  a  worthy  son, 

TJiat  a  lovely  daughter  grows, 
Each  to  form  the  other's  crown. 

Each  to  soothe  the  other's  woes. 
Each  to  be  the  other's  light  — 
But  to  both  't  is  hid  in  night ;  — 

5  Till  when  best  it  pleases  Him 

Who  directs  the  lots  of  all,  — 
Where  and  how  it  best  may  seem 

Makes  to  each  his  portion  fall ;  — 
Then  will  shine  in  open  day 
What  before  in  darkness  lay. 

6  Man  on  earth  at  length  shall  see 

What  his  God  saw  long  before ; 
What  on  high  was  his  decree. 

Done  on  earth,  reveals  his  pow'r : 
Counsels  there  his  wisdom  show 
Guiding  well  events  below. 

7  We  may  often  think,  in  pride. 

Things  much  better  might  have  been ; 
But  shall  night  the  sunbeams  chide. 

Teaching  brightness  how  to  shine  ?  — 
Better  so  —  than  feeble  man 
Should  eternal  wisdom  scan. 

8  Sunder  not  what  God  has  joined ! 

None  but  He  knows  what  is  best : 
Often  errs  the  human  mind. 

In  his  thoughts  no  errors  rest. 
What  He  wills,  he  will  sustain. 
Other  plans  are  made  in  vain. 


148  HYMNS. 

9  See  the  pious  loving  pair 

Whom  the  ties  of  marriage  hold  ! 
Who  so  much  enjoy  his  care  ? 

Who,  with  blessings  manifold. 
Find  the  duties  they  attend 
Leading  to  such  happy  end  ? 

10  Virtue  here,  extorting  praise, 

Blooms  while  life  itself  shall  last ; 
Other  love  in  bloom  decays, 

Like  vain  shadows  soon  is  past. 
Perish,  all  around  that's  true  ! 
Truth  in  them  is  ever  new. 

11  Love  with  them,  as  fresh  as  morn, 

Vigor  to  itself  affords  : 
Love  and  truth  their  board  adorn. 

Sweetly  temper  all  their  words ; 
Love  secures  the  heart  repose 
From  its  troubles  and  its  woes. 

12  When  their  comforts  suffer  loss, 

Love  abides  their  comfort  still ; 
Bowing,  well  they  bear  the  cross. 

Saying  —  "  'T  is  our  Father's  will !  " 
Cheer'd  amid  the  present  gloom. 
Hoping  better  days  to  come. 

13  Streams  from  God  with  blessings  flow 

All  their  varied  wants  to  meet : 
Olive-plants  around  them  grow, 

Till  their  house  is  now  complete ; 
What  at  first  was  weak  and  few. 
Now  is  strong  and  many  too. 


HYMNS.  149 

14  And  on  earth  when  God  has  done 

All  for  them  he  meant  to  do,  — 
Led  by  him,  when  they  have  gone 

Through,  all  he  would  lead  them  through,  — 
With  himself,  to  share  his  love, 
They  shall  rise  to  joys  above. 

15  Full  of  mercy,  —  say  I  still,  — 

Full  of  comfort  and  delight. 
Full  of  wonder,  full  of  skill. 

Full  of  wisdom,  full  of  might. 

Full  of  wonder  —  say  again  — 

Is  of  love  the  marriage  chain. 

P.  Gerhard. 


MORNING  HYMN. 

Awake,  my  soul,  from  sleep  arise  ! 

The  night  away  is  driven. 
The  beams  of  morning  cheer  the  skies. 

The  sun  is  bright  in  heaven. 
Now  raise  thy  thoughts  in  pray'r  to  God 
That  he  may  shed  his  grace  abroad, 

His  mercy  shine  around  thee. 

The  light  brings  work,  to  each  his  own  — 

All  should  be  up  and  doing  : 
The  birds  with  carols  hail  the  dawn. 

Their  Maker's  praise  pursuing  : 
So,  with  the  sun's  reviving  rays. 
Men  to  their  God  should  offer  praise. 

Whose  light  for  them  is  shining  :  — 
13* 


150  HYMNS. 

3  Then  let  them  to  their  labors  go, 

Relying  on  his  favor ; 
And  teach  their  gratitude  to  flow 

In  cheerful,  prompt  endeavor. 
That,  while  his  goodness  shines  around. 
No  idle  hour  with  them  be  found,  — 

But  each  with  virtue  shining. 

4  Day  after  day  its  light  affords. 

Yet  oft  God's  work  is  slighted  ; 
While,  without  deeds,  with  empty  words 

His  favors  are  requited.    • 
Lord,  may  these  idlers  work  at  length,  — 
0  give  them  grace,  and  will,  and  strength, 

While  light  to  them  is  shining. 

5  Thy  word  our  duty  renders  plain 

To  us  thy  faith  professing ; 
Stand  by  us  too  —  it  else  were  vain  — 

And  aid  us  with  thy  blessing  ! 
Thy  word  and  will,  thy  pow'r  and  grace, 
Send  through  the  world  from  place  to  place, 

Far  as  the  sun  is  shining  ! 

6  In  mercy,  Lord,  our  hearts  prepare 

To  answer  thy  good  pleasure  ! 
Be  piety  our  constant  care  ! 

Of  love  increase  our  measure  ! 
May  godly  fear  our  pathway  lead 
Afar  from  evil  thought  or  deed  — 

Thy  Spirit  in  us  shining. 


HYMNS.  151 

7  The  light  of  faith  be  ever  mine, 

A  light  serene  and  steady  ! 
May  meekness  my  adorning  shine. 

By  favors  done  the  needy  ! 
True  wisdom  let  my  lips  impart, 
A  wisdom  flowing  from  the  heart  — 

And  thus  my  light  be  shining ! 

8  Keep  me,  dear  Savior,  in  thy  sight. 

And  guard  my  soul  from  danger ;  — 
O  guide  me  by  thy  holy  light, 

A  pilgrim  and  a  stranger. 
Till  I  shall  reach  the  city,  where 
The  saints  thy  love  forever  share. 

With  endless  glory  shining, 

P.  Lackmann. 


SO.  EVENING  HYMN. 

The  day  is  gone,  —  the  weary  sun  declining 
Behind  the  hills,  —  and  now  the  stars  are  shining,  - 
But  Jesus,  Sun  of  righteousness,  abide. 
Nor  from  my  soul  thy  gracious  presence  hide  ! 

'T  were  utter  darkness  here,  if  thou  should  fail  me. 
Where  all  the  pow'rs  of  evil  would  assail  me. 
And  plunge  me  into  deeps  of  endless  night. 
Without  one  star  to  shed  its  glimm'ring  light 

Accept,  0  God  of  grace,  for  daily  favors, 
Which  now  and  ever  prompt  to  good  endeavors. 
My  ofFer'd  thanks  !  —  and  may  their  incense  rise, 
By  love's  pure  flame  enkindled  from  the  skies. 


152  HYMNS. 

4  Of  ev'ry  wrong  this  day  I've  done  before  thee. 
Through  thy  dear  Son,  for  pardon  I  implore  thee : 

And  when  in  sleep  I  rest  my  weary  head, 
Be  still  thy  wings  of  love  around  me  spread  I 

5  And  from  the  foe  —  from  injuries  whatever 
Beset  my  couch,  I  pray  thee,  Lord,  deliver ; 

May  angels  through  the  night  their  watch  prolong. 
Then  wake  my  soul  to  join  their  morning  song. 

6  And  when  life's  day  hy  night  shall  be  o'ertaken, 
May  then  my  soul,  its  faith  in  thee  unshaken. 

From  Death's  dark  vale,  with  angels  soar  away 
To  where  thy  presence  makes  eternal  day. 


81.  ON  DEATH. 

1  That  I  shall  die,  full  well  I  know, 

All  human  life  is  short  and  frail : 
No  lasting  goofi  can  earth  bestow. 

All  portion  here  must  quickly  fail ; 
In  mercy,  Lord,  direct  my  ways. 
That  I  in  peace  may  end  my  days. 

2  When  I  shall  die,  is  all  unknown, 

Except  to  thy  omniscient  mind  : 
And  lest,  with  life,  my  hopes  be  gone. 

May  I  from  thee  such  favor  find. 
That  I  may  always  be  prepar'd 
For  death,  and  for  thy  great  award. 


HYMNS.  153 

3  How  I  sliall  die,  to  ask  were  vain ; 

Death  does  his  work  in  varied  forms ; 
To  some,  with  agonies  of  pain  ; 

And  some  sink  peaceful  in  his  arms. 
Just  as  thou  wilt ;  —  if,  w^hen  'tis  past, 
My  soul  be  found  with  thee  at  last. 

4  Where  I  shall  die,  —  I  know  it  not, 

Nor  where  my  ashes  shall  be  laid  ; 
Only  be  it  my  happy  lot 

With  saints  redeem'd  to  leave  the  dead,  — 
Small  care  to  me  the  place  affords,  — 
The  earth  throughout  is  all  the  Lord's. 

5  But  when  in  death  I  shall  recline, 

Then  let  my  soul  ascend  to  thee  ! 
Through  Christ's  redemption  I  am  thine. 

By  faith  his  glories  now  I  see,  — 
'Twill  all  be  well !  I  little  prize  — 
Where,  How,  or  When,  this  body  dies. 

B.  Schmolke. 


HAPPY  DEATH. 

1  Happy  the  man  who  seeks  the  prize. 
And  in  the  faith  of  Jesus  dies  ! 
Thrice  happy  !  when,  his  trials  past. 

He  finds  his  rest 
In  God's  own  city  with  the  blest. 


154  HYMNS. 

2  Men,  worn  with  cares  till  life  is  gone, 
Seek  many  things,  yet  need  but  one  : 
Mortals,  your  vain  pursuits  forsake. 

His  counsel  take. 
And  God  your  endless  portion  make  ! 

3  Why  toil  for  earth  to  dying  day  ? 
You  nothing  brought,  nor  take  away ; 
This  world  resign,  its  joy  and  care  ! 

For  heav'n  prepare. 
And  place  your  heart  and  treasure  there  ! 

4  See  that  your  peace  with  God  be  made 
Ere  you  are  summon'd  to  the  dead, 
Who  warn  you  —  "  Yesterday  was  ours  ; 

"  To-day  is  yours  !  " 
Be  ready  !  — this  your  all  secures  ! 

5  No  one  is  found  so  rich  —  or  poor. 
No  head  so  tall,  —  heart  so  secure. 
Of  none  the  morning  dawns  so  fair, 

That  Death  will  spare  :  — 
The  common  lot  we  all  must  share. 

6  To  tenants  of  this  vale  of  gloom, 
What  ray  of  hope  can  cheer  the  tomb  ? 
'Tis  thine,  0  Lord,  whose  sov'reign  might, 

From  Death's  drear  night. 
Brought  immortality  to  light. 

7  Thy  words  of  grace  are  sounding  high  — 
"  Who  trusts  in  me  shall  never  die  !  " 
Thy  cross,  thy  grave,  thy  life  anew, 

Thy  glory  too. 
Bring  our  inheritance  to  view. 


HYMNS.  155 

8  Our  graves  of  rest  are  many  here, 
Many  our  glorious  mansions  there, 
Our  faith  a  place  to  us  has  shown 

Before  the  throne, 
Prepar'd  for  us  hy  Christ  the  Son. 

9  He  is  the  Lord  of  endless  doom, — 
He  testifies  —  "I  quickly  come  !  " 

"  So  come.  Lord  Jesus  !  "     Hoping  then 

With  thee  to  reign, — 
We  long  to  hear  thy  glad  "Amen  !  " 


VIEW  OF  DEATH,  A  MEANS  OF 
HOLLNESS. 

1  How  heedless,  how  secure  is  man  ! 

A  child  of  dust,  —  his  life  a  span, — 

Lest  thoughts  of  death  his  peace  should  mar. 

He  puts  the  evil  day  afar. 

2  The  stripling  thinks  old  age  is  sure,  — 
The  man,  —  that  life  will  long  endure,  — 
The  old  hope  yet  another  year,  — 

And  no  mistake  do  any  fear. 

3  'Twere  vain  pretence,  if  these  should  tell  — 
"  We  oft  on  death  have  ponder'd  well : " 
Whom  death  has  none  the  wiser  made, 

No  due  regard  to  death  has  paid. 


156  HYMNS. 

4  By  Time  Eternity  is  fix'd, 

This  world  prepares  us  for  the  next ; 
And  here  our  life  we  should  employ, 
To  gain  a  life  of  endless  joy. 

5  Death  to  that  bar  the  spirit  brings, 
Where  God  will  judge  all  secret  things : 
What  man  from  man  conceals  with  care. 
Would  vainly  hope  concealment  there. 

6  Since  Death  then  daily  threatens  thee, 
Be  active,  —  always  ready  be  ! 

Thy  faith  by  constant  trial  prove, 
Whether  't  is  faith  that  works  by  love. 

7  A  sigh,  reserv'd  for  dying  breath,  — 
A  wish,  though  the  Redeemer's  death. 
Before  his  throne  to  stand  approv'd  — 
Can  never  show  thy  guilt  remov'd. 

8  A  heart  that  trusts  the  sacred  word, 
'Gainst  ev'ry  sin  maintains  a  guard, — 
Where  faith,  and  hope,  and  love  unite  — 
In  this  the  Savior  takes  delight. 

9  With  care  must  holiness  be  sought. 
Though  by  the  pow'r  of  God  't  is  wrought ; 
He  works,  when,  with  a  holy  zeal. 
Thyself  would  all  the  work  fulfil. 

10  The  thing  for  which  thou  here  shouldst  livBj 
For  its  possession  mainly  strive. 
And  value  most  when  it  is  gain'd,  — 
Is  virtue  through  thy  faith  attain'd. 


HYMNS.  157 

li  Tliey  who  in  life  their  God  revere, 
And,  viewing  their  departure  near. 
In  holiness  shall  seek  to  grow,  — 
The  sting  of  Death  will  never  know. 

i  2  How  oft  this  duty  I  forsake  ! 

Do  not  for  vengeance,  Lord,  awake, 
But  Death  keep  ever  in  my  view. 
That  virtue's  path  I  may  pursue  :  — 

13  That  I  my  heart  may  daily  try, 
As  under  thine  all-searching  eye. 
If  there  the  Savior's  love  be  found. 
If  there  the  Spirit's  fruits  abound :  — 

14  That  I  may  trust  thy  grace  alone. 
When  all  my  service  here  is  done,  — - 
And  shout,  while  Death  inflicts  his  doom, 

"  'Tis  finish'd  !     Come,  Lord  Jesus,  come  !  " 

C.  F.  Gellert. 


84      THE  CHRISTIAN  IN  VIEW  OF  THE 
GRAVE. 

1  Why  so  alarm'd,  my  deathless  spirit, 
On  looking  forward  to  the  tomb  ? 
It  cannot  hold  thee,  nothing  fear  it ! 
'T  will  only  give  the  body  room : 
From  dust  deriv'd,  this  mortal  frame 
Shall  there  repose  from  whence  it  came. 
14 


158  HYMNS. 

2  But  thou,  an  heir  of  endless  being, 

Shalt  wing  thy  way  to  upper  light. 
The  Source  of  all  existence  seeing, 
With  steady  and  unclouded  sight, 
Forever  to  extol  his  pow'r, 
His  wisdom  and  his  grace  adore. 

3  Thou  there  shalt  learn,  with  knowledge  certain, 

What  here  no  wisdom  could  explain : 
From  secrets  shall  be  drawn  the  curtain, 
Which  now  all  hope  to  draw  were  vain  : 
While  error  shall  be  done  away, 
The  gloom  of  doubt  be  turn'd  to  day. 

4  There  shalt  thou  see  with  open  vision. 

Now  only  seen  with  eye  of  faith, 
Him  who,  amid  the  world's  derision. 
Once  died  for  thee  a  cruel  death ; 
And  shalt  rejoice  that  fear,  nor  shame 
Withheld  thy  praises  to  his  name. 

[5  Fear  not  the  grave,  it  cannot  harm  thee,  — 
Thy  Savior  waits  thee  in  the  skies  : 
Nor  for  the  sleeping  dust  alarm  thee,  — 
This  dust  shall  in  his  image  rise. 
And  join'd  with  thee  in  realms  of  peace 
Will  share  and  swell  thy  happiness.] 

D.  Schiebeler. 


HYMNS.  159 

,.     PRAYER  FOR  SUPPORT  IN  DEATH. 

1  We're  thine,  0  God,  for  evermore, 
Our  times  are  subject  to  thy  pow'r ; 
All  things  obey  thy  wondrous  plan, 

Ere  life  began, 
Tliy  will  had  fix'd  for  us  its  span. 

2  When,  Lord,  our  journey's  end  is  come,  . 
And  angels  wait  to  bear  us  home,  — 
While  parting  friends  around  us  weep. 

Our  spirits  keep, 
And  make  our  death  a  quiet  sleep. 

3  Or  should  it  come  with  racking  pain, 
Our  sinking  hearts  do  thou  sustain ; 
A  father's  love  to  us  fulfil. 

And  make  us  still 
Submissive  to  our  Father's  will. 

4  And  by  the  Holy  Spirit  blest 
With  hope  of  an  eternal  rest. 
May  we,  by  faith's  unfailing  light. 

Without  affright. 
Go  onward  through  Death's  gloomy  night. 

5  Reveal  the  glory  of  the  Lord, 
Where  waits  for  us  thy  free  reward  ! '' 
And  when  our  cries  for  mercy  flow,  — 

The  Savior  show  — 
Jesus,  the  friend  to  whom  we  go. 


160  HYMNS. 

6  O'er  justice  must  thy  grace  prevail, 
Adjudg'd  by  law,  the  best  would  fail  t 
The  holiest  plead  for  mercy  most,  — 

'T  is  all  our  trust ! 
Without  thy  mercy  all  were  lost, 

7  Lord,  with  thy  grace  stand  by  us  iheny 
Nor  let  our  confidence  be  vain  ! 
Thus,  when  we  yield  our  dying  breath, 

Victorious  faith 
Shall  triumph  o'er  the  fear  of  death. 


Spaldinj 


86.  HOPE  IN  DEATH. 


1  Who  knows  how  near  my  life's  expended  ? 

Time  flies,  and  Death  is  hasting  on  : 
How  soon,  my  term  of  trial  ended. 
May  heave  my  last  expiring  groan  ! 
For  Jesus'  sake,  when  flesh  shall  fail. 
With  me,  O  God,  may  it  be  well ! 

2  Death  comes  when  night  the  world  is  hiding,  — 

He  comes  too  in  the  glare  of  day,  — 
Wherever  I  am  here  abiding, 
At  once  I  may  be  call'd  away : 
For  Jesus'  sake,  when  flesh  shall  fail. 
With  me,  0  God,  may  it  be  well ! 


HYMNS.  161 

3  Lord,  lead  me  eft  to  think  of  dying, 

That  when  the  hour  of  trial's  come. 
My  soul  may  then,  on  Christ  relying. 
Sink  all  its  terrors  in  his  tomb  : — ■ 
And  for  His  sake,  when  flesh  shall  fail. 
With  me,  0  God,  may  it  be  well ! 

4  And  now,  betimes,  may  I  provide  me. 

That  I  may  always  ready  be. 
And  cheerful  say — •"  What  shall  betide  me, 
"  Lord,  as  thou  wilt,  direct  for  me  !  " 
And  when  my  heart  and  flesh  shall  fail, 
For  Jesus'  sake,  may  it  be  well ! 

5  Awake  in  me  desires  for  heaven  ! 

Help  me  to  view  the  world  aright ; 
Far  from  my  heart  its  wiles  be  driven. 
While  endless  joys  allure  my  sight : 
For  Jesus'  sake,  when  flesh  shall  fail. 
With  me,  0  God,  may  it  be  well ! 

6  My  many  sins  !  —  0  veil  them  over 

With  merits  of  thy  dying  Son  ! 
I  here  thy  richest  grace  discover,  — 
Here  find  I  peace,  and  here  alone : 
And,  for  his  sake,  when  flesh  shall  fail. 
With  me,  0  God,  may  it  be  well ! 

7  His  bleeding  wounds  give  me  assurance 

That  thy  free  mercy  will  abide  ; 
Here  strength  I  find  for  death's  endurance, 
And  hope  for  all  I  need  beside  : 
For  Jesus'  sake,  when  flesh  shall  fail. 
With  me,  0  God,  may  it  be  well ! 
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162  HYMNS. 

8  Nothing  from  Christ  my  soul  shall  sever, 

Nor  life,  nor  death ;  —  things  high,  nor  low  : 
I  take  him  as  my  Lord  forever, 
My  future  trust,  as  he  is  now : 
And  for  his  sake,  when  flesh  shall  fail. 
With  me,  0  God,  may  it  be  well. 

9  Then  come  my  end  to-day,  to-morrow, 

I  know,  through  Christ,  't  will  work  my  good 
The  world  may  in  the  prospect  sorrow,  — 
But  I  rejoice  through  Jesus'  blood  : 
And  for  his  sake,  when  flesh  shall  fail. 
With  me,  0  God,  may  it  be  well ! 

10  I  live,  meantime,  in  thee  confiding, 
Of  death  have  no  appalling  fear  ; 
Enough  for  me  —  My  God  is  guiding. 
Through  faith  my  future  hopes  are  clear : 
Thy  grace  in  Christ  will  never  fail. 
And  when  I  die,  't  will  all  be  well. 

Aemilia  Juliana, 
Countess  of  Schwarzbur^-Rudolstadt. 


87.  RELEASE  BY  DEATH. 

1  Soon,  in  the  grave  my  flesh  shall  rest, 

My  soul  from  earth  remove. 
And,  in  the  Savior's  glory  dress'd. 
Shall  reach  the  Home  I  love ;  — 

2  My  friends  —  the  whole  celestial  choir. 

My  every  feeling  — joy. 
To  honor  God  —  my  one  desire ; 
His  praise  —  my  one  employ. 


HYMNS.  163 

[3  Nor  would  I  wait  till  angel-host 
Shall  teach  their  song  to  raise  : 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
I'll  here  begin  my  praise. 

4  Now  to  our  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  sing ! 
With  praise  to  God  the  three-in-one, 
Let  all  creation  ring  !] 

N.  B.  The  first  two  stanzas  are  Hymn  3508  of  Knapp's  "  Liederschatz,  ' 
'ho  adds  the  note  "  Found  in  the  Hymn  Book  of  my  deceased  wifey 


88  AIMING  FOR  HEAVEN. 

1  Heavenavard,  still  heavenward 

Urge  thy  ling'ring  feet : 
What  deserves  thy  chief  regard 
Only  there  is  met. 
Not  here  below. 
Earthly  honors  all  are  vain. 
Raise,  if  thou  would  glory  gain, 
From  earth  thy  view  ! 

2  Heavenward  thy  wishes  send. 

With  each  rising  day  ! 
Life's  brief  portion  to  its  end 
Swiftly  glides  away. 
Be  this  thy  pray'r ! 
"  God,  who  madest  me  for  heav'n, 
"  Let  thy  strength  and  grace  be  giv'n, 
"  To  bring  me  there  !  " 


164  HYMNS. 

3  Heavenward  He  points  thine  eye. 

There  to  seek  thy  prize  : 
Not  depress'd,  nor  rais'd  too  high. 
By  earth's  vanities. 
Its  wealth  is  poor ; 
From  the  good  that  here  is  won. 
Only  what  for  heav'n  is  done 
Will  long  endure. 

4  Heavenward  direct  thy  mind 

Wlien  afflictions  press : 
While  thy  Father,  ever  kind. 
Watches  thy  distress, 
Wouldst  thou  despair  ! 
In  that  land  of  light  and  peace 
Sorrow  shall  forever  cease,  — 
Full  joys  are  there. 

5  Heavenward,  whate'er  betide, 

Move  the  saints  of  God  ; 

Scorn'd  for  Him  —  the  crucified, 

Pleas'd  they  bear  the  load. 

This  Savior  own  ! 

All  for  Him  account  but  loss,  — ■ 

Willing,  first  to  bear  the  cross, 

Then,  wear  the  crown. 

6  Heavenward  the  Savior  led 

Through  reproach  and  wrong : 
In  his  path  they  too  must  tread 
Who  to  him  belong. 


HYMNS.  165 

Did  He  complain  ? 
Trust,  like  liim,  his  Father's  care,  — ■ 
Murmur  not,  —  but  strive  with  pray'r. 

And  vict'ry  gain  ! 

7  Heavenward  He'll  be  thy  guide 

All  the  desert  through  : 
Draw  thee  closer  to  his  side 
As  new  dangers  grow ; 
Thus  hope  is  given,  — 
Which,  though  earthly  cares  annoy. 
Cheers  the  soul  with  holy  joy, 
And  lifts  to  heav'n. 

8  Heavenward  shall  lead  thee  on 

Death's  own  night  of  gloom  : 
True  —  till  Death's  brief  shades  are  gone. 
Terrors  thick  may  come :  — 
Thy  courage  rouse ! 
Ifeath  and  Night  themselves  shall  fail. 
While  with  rapture  thou  shalt  hail 
Thy  Father's  house. 

9  Hallelujah!     Heavenward 

Send  thy  praises  now  ! 
Soon  shalt  thou,  before  the  Lokd, 
With  his  angels  bow 
Forevermore, 
Where  the  saints  in  glory  rest, 
And,  with  their  Redeemer  blest. 
Praise  and  adore. 


166  HYMNS. 

10  Hallelujahs  shaltthou  sing 

When  thy  Lord  shall  come, 

In  triumphant  joy  to  hring 

All  his  people  home. 

Thy  fears  discard  ! 

From  the  cross  He  took  the  throne, 

He  will  help  thee  win  thy  crown  — 

On !  heavenward  ! 

J.  G.  Schoner 


89.       CONFIDENCE  OF  IMMORTALITY. 

1  Yes  !   I  was  horn  to  live  forever,  — 

This  world  cannot  my  portion  give  : 
Though  Death  my  ties  to  earth  may  sever, 
I  shall  not,  dying,  cease  to  live. 
'Tis  not  the  time  I  here  may  spend,  — 
Mine  is  a  life  shall  never  end. 

2  What  though  the  world  to  me  were  given, 

Its  honors,  pleasures,  riches,  —  all ! 
To  fill  my  wishes  without  heaven,  — 
The  world  itself  would  be  too  small. 
Far  else  than  this  the  soul  requires. 
To  satisfy  its  large  desires. 

3  The  God  of  love,  my  wise  Creator, 

For  my  own  good  has  seen  it  best 
To  place  the  wish  for  something  greater. 
With  his  own  hand,  within  my  breast. 
He  who  my  soul  its  hunger  gave, 
Will  give  the  food  he  makes  it  crave. 


HYMNS.  167 

4  My  wish  a  perfect  love  to  render. 

And  God  in  clearer  light  to  see, 
Which  liere  my  sins  and  darkness  hinder, 
Shall  yet  be  fully  granted  me  ;  — 
That  T,  for  all  his  mercies  done. 
May  make  his  grace  and  glory  known. 

5  God  will  adjudge  a  right  decision. 

And  virtue  shall  at  last  be  crown'd  ; 
Though  here,  assail'd  with  wild  derision. 
It  neither  peace  nor  safety  found. 
The  scoffers,  who  may  triumph  here. 
Before  his  judgment  shall  appear, 

6  'T  is  so  !     Could  angels  else  adore  him  ? 

Shall  not  the  Lord  of  all  do  right  ? 
Can  scorners,  and  who  fear  before  him. 
Find  equal  favor  in  his  sight  ? 
Alike  to  all  is  death  decreed. 
But  retribution  shall  succeed. 

7  My  soul  would  not  in  death  be  sleeping, 

With  this  desire  accords  his  word ;  — 
And,  to  his  testimony  keeping, 
I  can  no  room  for  doubt  afford  : 
How  swells  my  joy  when  he  declares  — 
The  soul  shall  live  for  endless  years  ! 

8  Yet  more  !  —  I've  Jesus  now  to  teach  me. 

And  show  me  what  himself  has  wrought : 
Instructions,  from  his  mouth  that  reach  me. 
With  mercy  and  with  truth  are  fraught. 
I  am  the  purchase  of  his  blood, 
And  thus  redeem'd  to  live  with  God. 


168  HYMNS. 

9  My  Jesus  lives  !     Who  can  destroy  me  ? 
Or  rob  me  of  a  Savior's  love  ? 
He's  near  !     Can  fears  of  death  annoy  me  ? 
He  points  my  soul  to  joys  above. 
This  body  too  from  dust  shall  rise, 
And  share  the  glory  of  the  skies. 

10  Let  valleys  sink  !  — the  hills  be  quaking  ! 

My  faith  shall  suffer  no  dismay,  — 
For,  on  my  soul  the  morn  is  breaking  — 
The  dawn  of  an  eternal  day ;  — 
When,  Lord,  thou  wilt  thy  blessing  give, 
And  I  shall  then  begin  to  live. 

11  Grant,  Jesus,  of  the  fruits  of  heaven, 

That  I  the  seed  may  daily  sow ; 
0  may  the  Spirit  now  be  given, 
That  I  the  works  of  faith  may  do  ! 
Then  Death  shall  open  wide  for  me 
The  gates  of  immortality. 


I 


90.     CHRISTIAN'S  VIEW  OF  ETERNITY. 

1  I'M  but  a  weary  pilgrim  here, 
Life's  varied  griefs  sustaining ; 
Tire  ills  I  feel,  and  those  I  fear, 

Would  tempt  me  to  complaining : 
But,  Lord,  the  hopes  of  joys  above 
The  pains  of  pilgrimage  remove. 
Or  give  me  strength  to  bear  them. 


HYMNS.  169 

2  Oft  now,  while  sin  is  plotting  still, 

My  soul  is  filled  with  terrors ; 
How  oft  its  snares  my  heart  beguile  ! 

How  many  are  my  errors  ! 
But  I  shall  yet  deliv'rance  see. 
From  sin  and  its  delusions  free,  — 

In  this  my  soul  rejoices. 

3  I  see  around  me,  day  by  day. 

Those,  Jesus,  who  despise  thee  : 
Their  heart  of  pride  leads  them  astray, 

Thy  honors  it  denies  thee  : 
Their  scorn  and  pride  will  all  be  past, 
When  thou  shalt  come  the  Judge  at  last, 

And  saints  shall  shout  thy  welcome. 

4  Oft,  in  the  silence  of  the  night. 

My  soul  her  griefs  is  sighing  ; 
And  morn,  with  its  returning  light, 

No  respite  is  supplying :  — 
A  glance  at  heaven  relief  bestows, — 
That  home  of  rest  no  sorrow  knows. 

But  joys  reign  there  forever. 

5  And  when  the  future  gives  alarm 

Of  evils  to  oppress  me  ; 
And  anxious  fears  of  coming  harm 

Thick  gather  to  distress  me  ;  — 
Eternity  makes  time  so  small, — 
Its  fleeting  fears  and  sorrows  all 

No  longer  raise  my  terror. 
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170  HYMNS. 

6  When  Death,  so  dreaded  from  afar, 

Comes  nigh,  my  days  tojiumber, — 
That,  free  from  ev'ry  earthly  care, 

My  head  may  sink  in  slumber,  — 
Tliat  peace  and  joy  may  banish  fear, 
Let  then  eternity  appear. 

With  views  of  future  glory. 

7  Hope,  Lord,  makes  ev'ry  burden  light. 

Its  strength  from  Thee  it  borrows : 
That  glory  —  fit  me  for  its  sight, 

By  all  my  pilgrim  sorrows  ! 
May  it  in  death  my  doubts  dismiss, 
And  form  my  endless  store  of  bliss 

With  Thee,  in  life  eternal ! 


C.  C.  Sturm 


91.  LONGING  FOR  HOME. 

1  Weary  now,  that  home  of  pleasure 

Gladly  would  my  soul  enjoy. 
Where  is  stor'd  my  only  treasure. 
Where  no  evil  can  annoy. 

2  Happy  home,  —  where  peace  is  dwelling. 

Such  as  earth  can  never  bring ; 
Seraphs  bright,  its  glories  telling. 
Sweetly  there  its  praises  sing. 

3  Home,  —  where  bliss  is  ever  growing 

Which  no  mortal  thoughts  conceive ; 
Joys,  from  God  in  rivers  flowing, 
Like  their  source  forever  live. 


HYMNS.  171 

4  That  dear  home  of  pilgrim  strangers 

Longing  for  their  house  above, — 
Free  from  earth,  its  strife  and  dangers  — 
There  my  soul  would  dwell  in  love. 

5  Tlien,  —  no  more  a  child  of  sorrow. 

Where  no  sin  or  trials  come. 
Through  a  day  that  has  no  morrow,  — 
I  shall  learn  the  joys  of  Home. 

Altered  from  Magenaa. 


2.  PLEASURE  IN  HEAVEN. 

1  Will  it  no  pleasure  he. 
When  faith  shall  end  in  kn  owing, 
Hope  to  fruition  growing,  — 

The  Savior's  face  to  see  ? 
To  learn  from  him  the  story, 
What  vict'ries  won  our  glory  — 

Will  this  no  pleasure  be  ? 

2  Will  it  no  pleasure  be, 
When  friends,  who  went  before  us, 
Our  God  shall  there  restore  us 

From  pain  and  sickness  free  ? 
Where  sorrows  show  no  traces. 
To  meet  their  glad  embraces ; 

Will  this  no  pleasure  be  ? 

3  Will  it  no  pleasure  be. 
When  foes  that  would  destroy  us 
Shall  never  more  annoy  us  ?  — 


172  HYMNS. 

Where  dwells  full  harmony. 
Always  to  live  a  stranger 
To  trouble,  fear,  and  danger, — 

Will  this  no  pleasure  be  ? 

4  Will  it  no  pleasure  be, 
Where  angel-chorus  raises 
To  God  most  High  their  praises. 

With  seraphs  to  agree  ? 
And,  when  the  skies  are  ringing. 
To  join  "  thrice  Holy !  "  singing,  — 

Will  this  no  pleasure  be  ? 

5  0  yes  !  —  there'^s  pleasure  there  ! 
Away,  earth's  glitt'ring  bubbles ! 
Your  joys  are  full  of  troubles. 

Your  bliss  not  worth  the  care. 
Then  do  not,  friends,  bewail  me, 
WTien  heart  and  flesh  shall  fail  me,  — 

But  think  !  — There's  pleasure  there. 

A.  Knapp.ii 


93^         AT  THE  DEATH  OF  AN  AGED 
CHRISTIAN. 

1  The  reaper  now  is  waiting, 

The  corn  to  ripeness  come : 
The  evening  sun  is  setting, 

The  trav'ler  seeks  a  home  : 
Grown  in  thy  service  hoary. 

Thy  servant  longs  for  rest ; 
Lord,  take  him  to  thy  glory. 

There  with  his  Savior  blest ! 


HYMNS.  173 

2  With  ills  his  life  was  blended, 

Much  patient  toil  he  bore ; 
Now  all  his  ills  are  ended. 

His  trials  are  no  more  : 
His  day's  fatigue  is  over, 

With  saints  he  there  shall  sleep. 
Where  angels  round  them  hover, 

And  safe  their  ashes  keep. 

3  Thy  counsel.  Lord,  directed. 

And  strangely  oft,  his  way  ; 
Thy  shield  his  life  protected. 

Thy  promise  was  his  stay : 
Thy  Spirit,  to  him  weary, 

Gave  strength  thy  will  to  do  ; 
Full  many  straits  and  dreary 

Has  safely  brought  him  through. 

4  To  him,  when  earth  imparted 

No  joy,  thy  grace  was  near ; 
To  him,  when  broken  hearted 

For  sin,  did  Christ  appear. 
While  flesh,  now  wasted  —  dying. 

Sank  feeble  to  the  tomb,  — 
In  strength  his  soul  was  crying  — 

"  Come,  Jesus,  quickly  come  ! " 

5  Blest  soul !  —  thou  shalt  behold  him 

Whom  thou  hast  loved  below ; 
The  wishes  thou  hast  told  him 
Be  more  than  answer'd  now : 
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174  HYMNS. 

His  call  from  high  receiving, 
Thou  art  to  glory  gone ; 

Thy  blessing  for  us  leaving. 
And  pray'rs  before  the  throne. 

6  Do  not,  0  Lord,  deny  us 

Like  grace  —  so  rich  and  true : 
In  feeble  age  stand  by  us. 

And  make  us  faithful  too. 
Lead  us,  thy  strength  supplying, 

The  path  that  Jesus  trod. 
Till  death,  —  that  we,  in  dying. 

May  show  thy  praise  abroad. 


94. 


CHILDREN  ON  THE  DEATH  OF 
A  [WIDOWED]  MOTHER. 

Robes  of  white  thy  form  inclosing. 

Pale  in  death  we  see  thee  sleep. 
Free  from  ev'ry  care  reposing ;  — 

Thanks  we  offer  while  we  weep. 

Faithful  mother  !  —  with  the  blest 

Thou  hast  enter'd  into  rest : 
Sleep  thy  dust !  —  its  slumber  breaking, 
Only  when  in  glory  waking  ! 

Eyes  —  that,  with  affection  beaming, 

Oft  upon  her  children  fell ; 
While  she  bless'd,  with  tears  were  streaming, 

And  a  mother's  love  would  tell ; 


HYMNS.  175 

On  us,  while  we  here  remain, 

Ne'er  will  beam  your  light  again ; 
But  our  eyes  hereafter  meeting. 
Brighter,  then,  will  be  your  greeting. 

3  Haml  —  our  way  so  gently  leading, 

Which  her  gifts  so  kindly  gave, 
Joy,  contentment,  round  us  spreading,  — 

Thou  art  ready  for  the  grave. 

All  thy  toil  has  ceas'd  at  last. 

Now  thy  day's  fatigue  is  past,  — 
But,  at  Jesus'  bright  appearing, 
Thou'lt  be  there,  the  palm-branch  bearing. 

4  Mouth  —  rever'd  in  childhood's  wildness, 

Lov'd,  when  riper  years  came  round ; 
All  thy  counsels  were  in  mildness,  — 

Now  no  more  we  hear  thy  sound  : 

But  whate'er  thy  lips  have  said 

Deep  in  mem'ry  shall  be  laid ; 
And,  w^hen  Christ  his  people  raises. 
We  shall  hear  thee  sing  his  praises. 

5  Heart  —  whose  ev'ry  throb  revealing 

Love  to  kindred  left  to  mourn. 
E'en  in  death  with  love  was  thrilling, — 

Must  thy  love  no  more  return  ? 

Weeping,  hoping,  we  implore  — 

"  Lord,  to  us  that  heart  restore  ! 
*'  When  the  grave  our  dust  shall  render, 
"  May  it  throb  with  love  as  tender !  " 


176  HYMNS. 

6  Then  will  grateful  tears  be  flowing, 
As  they  now  in  sorrow  flow ; 
We  in  joy  our  love  be  showing, 
As  in  grief  we  show  it  now : 
From  thy  grave  that  happy  day 
Rolls  for  us  the  stone  away  ;  — 
Dead  in  Christ,  thou'lt  live  forever. 
Blest  with  his  eternal  favor. 


A.  Knapp. 


[7  Hear  us,  Lord,  thy  throne  addressing ! 

Listen  to  the  orphans'  pray'r  ! 
With  thy  chast'ning  grant  thy  blessing 

Show  us  thy  paternal  care  ! 

We  in  youth  have  felt  thy  rod, 

Make  us  know  the  orphans'  God  ! 
Taking  from  us  father,  —  mother,  — 
Be  our  stay  !  —  we  have  no  other. 

8  With  thine  eye  of  love  be  near  us ! 

Guidance  by  thy  hand  impart ! 
May  thy  mouth  with  counsels  cheer  us. 

Flowing  from  thy  tender  heart ! 

Then  our  griefs  in  joy  shall  end. 

While  in  thee  we  have  a  friend, 
Who,  at  death,  will  friends  restore  us. 
That  to  glory  went  before  us.] 


HYMNS.  177 

)5      TO  A  CHRISTIAN  MOURNING  THE 
LOSS  OF  PIOUS  FRIENDS. 

Why  weepest  thou  ?  —  Lov'd  friends  to  thee  are  lost,  — 

Nor  meet  thy  longing  eyes. 
In  dust  to  sleep  retir'd  the  weary  dust. 
In  earth's  still  bosom  lies  : 
Life's  blossoms,  gaily  blooming. 

From  with'ring  naught  could  save ; 
Its  joys  and  griefs  entombing. 
Full  welcome  was  the  grave. 

Why  weepest  thou  ?  —  Their  father-land  on  high 

Allur'd  their  souls  away : 
From  earth's  deep  shadows,  clouding  all  their  sky. 
They  sought  a  brighter  day. 
Here  anxious  cares  unnumber'd 
Our  hopes  and  peace  destroy ; 
There,  with  no  fears  encumber'd. 
The  soul  has  ceaseless  joy. 

Why  weepest  thou  ?  —  Here  e'en  the  righteous  fall 

Oft  into  grievous  sin  ; 
The  world,  or  flesh  can  there  no  sense  enthral. 
The  foe,  no  vict'ry  win  ; 
There  grace  fulfils  its  measure. 

The  heart  is  free  from  stain,  — 
Nor,  to  its  hours  of  pleasure, 
Succeeds  regret  or  pain. 

Why  weepest  thou  ?  —  The  future's  dreary  night 

Obstructed  all  their  view ; 
Now  happy  prospects  cheer  their  ravish'd  sight, 

With  blessings  ever  new  : 


178  HYMNS. 

Apart  the  veil  is  riven 

Which  on  their  vision  lay  ; 
Far  off  the  clouds  are  driven. 

And  shines  a  glorious  day. 

5  Why  weepest  thou  ?  —  The  Savior's  gentle  hand 

Has  M^ip'd  away  their  tears  : 
No  sorrow  enters  that  dear  father-land 
Which  to  our  faith  appears. 
His  arms  of  love  inclosing 

The  weary  and  distress'd, 

There,  on  his  heart  reposing, 

They  find  a  blissful  rest. 

6  Why  weepest  thou  ?  — •  He  ever  lives  to  save  ! 

The  dead  shall  hear  his  voice  ; 

He'll  bring  thyself  too,  fearless  of  the  grave, 

To  Zionand  its  joys. 

T\ij  friends  with  songs  shall  greet  thee. 

When  thou  shalt  thither  come  : 

Thy  lost  ones  there  shall  meet  thee. 

In  their  eternal  home. 

Hopfensack. 


96.  AT  A  CHRISTIAN'S  BURIAL. 

1  We  give  this  body  to  the  dust ; 
But  in  the  sure  and  joyful  trust. 
That,  when  the  trumpet  sounds,  't  will  rise 
To  life  immortal  in  the  skies. 


HYMNS.  179 

2  The  soul,  releas'd,  is  now  with  God, 
By  death  dismiss'd  to  its  abode, 
And,  purified  from  ev'ry  sin. 
Adores  the  pow'r  of  grace  divine. 

3  The  ills,  which  here  the  saint  attend, 
At  death  for  ever  have  an  end  : 
And  all  who  Christ  by  faith  receive, 
On  dying,  shall  forever  live  : 

4  Shall  live  from  sin  and  sorrow  free  ; 
Their  dust  shall  sleep  in  Christ,  till  He, 
Reveal'd  in  pow'r,  this  dust  shall  raise 
To  share  his  glory,  —  show  his  praise. 

5  Here  rest  thee  sweetly  till  he  come  ! 
While  we  repair,  each  to  his  home, 
Henceforward  looking  for  the  day 
Which  soon  will  call  our  souls  away, 

6  Dear  Savior,  now  our  souls  prepare. 
That  we  the  call  may  nothing  fear ; 
May  vict'ry  througli  thy  death  obtain, 
And  find  —  for  us  to  die  is  gain. 

Michael  Weiss. 


180  HYMNS. 

giy  THE  CHRISTIAN  IN  PROSPECT 

OF  HIS  RESURRECTION. 

1  I  HAIL  the  day,  in  prospect  bright. 

When,  I  from  death  awaking, 
My  Savior  God  shall  meet  my  sight. 
Forth  in  his  glory  breaking : 

Then  to  the  skies 

With  joy  I'll  rise, 
Their  crown  of  glory  wearing 
Who  love  their  Lord's  appearing. 

2  Thou,  Lord,  wilt  in  due  time  reveal 

This  day  of  full  redemption  ; 
The  day,  when  I  from  ev'ry  ill 
Shall  have  complete  exemption  : 

In  heaven  too, 

As  angels  do, 
With  ev'ry  good  attending. 
Shall  live  a  life  unending, 

3  This  endless  life  wilt  thou  impart,  — 

Thou  art  my  hope  unceasing  ;  — 
Thy  coming  shall  rejoice  my  heart, 
My  prison'd  dust  releasing  : 

Nor  need  I  fear, 

Before  thy  bar 
Thy  scoffers  to  resemble,  — 
Who  shall  in  anguish  tremble  ;  — 

4  While  I,  in  wonder  and  delight. 

Shall  stand,  dear  Lord,  before  thee, 
With  the  redeem'd  upon  thy  right,  — 
And  then  in  heav'n  adore  thee. 


HYMNS.  181 


With  hopes  so  high. 
Thy  grace  supply,  — 
To  fit  me  for  thy  favor. 
And  for  thy  joys  forever  I 


J.  Busch. 


18.      RESURRECTION  OF  THE  SAINTS. 

1  Hark  !     The  trump  of  Gob  is  sounding, 
Th'  Archangel's  shout  the  call  resounding, 

Arise,  ye  saints,  and  leave  the  tomb  ! 
Children  of  your  heav'nly  Father, 
To  Him,  from  your  dispersions,  gather. 
The  Lord  of  glory  calls  you  home. 
Behold  the  morning  break. 
Death's  night  is  gone,  —  awake  ! 
Hallelujah ! 
Now  is  prepar'd 
Your  full  reward, — 
That  day,  —  tJie  last  great  day  is  here ! 

2  Earth,  and  Sea,  and  Hell  are  quaking, 
Now  the  redeem'd  to  life  are  waking  ; 

To  new  and  perfect  life  they  rise  : 
Jesus  comes  in  glory's  brightness, 
Before  him  mercy,  truth,  uprightness,  — 
How  fair  their  crown  !     How  rich  the  prize ! 
They  live  with  God's  dear  Son, 
Their  light,  his  shining  throne  ; 
Shout  Hosannas  ! 
Redeemer,  thou 
Dost  give  us  now 
Sure  mansions  of  eternal  peace. 
16 


182  HYMNS. 

3       Praise  shall  be  our  glad  employment 
Through  endless  day  of  pure  enjoyment ; 
What  stores  in  thee  of  grace  unknown  ! 
Joys  are  now  all  hope  excelling, 
New  wonders  still  thou  art  revealing, 
Our  friend,  and  God's  beloved  Son. 
Never  to  eye  appear'd, 
Such  things  were  never  heard,  — 
Thine  the  glory ! 
Eternally, 
0  Lord,  to  thee 
New  songs  and  honors  be  address'd  ! 


c.  c.  Stum 


99.    '  ADVENT  OF  CHRIST. 

1  The  Savior  comes  !     Sing  praise  to  Him, 
The  God  proclaim'd  by  seraphim 

"  Thrice  Holy  !  "  in  their  praises. 
Thou  comest,  God's  Eternal  Son, 
Descending  from  thy  heav'nly  throne, 
Whose  grace  to  glory  raises  ! 
May  we 
By  Thee 
Find  deliv'ry 
From  our  slavery, 
And,  in  glory. 
Sing  of  grace  the  wondrous  story  ! 

2  We  welcome  thee,  great  Prince  of  peace, 
Through  whom  from  sin  we  hope  release, 

Welcome  to  earthly  dwelling  ! 


HYMNS.  183 

Thou  takest  on  thee  flesh  and  blood, 
Becomest  man  to  work  our  good, 
Thy  heart  with  pity  swelling. 
And  now 
Art  thou 
Mercy  reaching. 
Kindly  teaching 
To  transgressors, 
How  of  grace  to  come  possessors. 

3  Thou  bringest  comfort  from  distress. 
Life,  health,  enduring  happiness ;  — 

To  thee  be  praise  forever ! 
What,  dearest  Savior,  can  we  bring  ? 
How  render  thee  fit  offering  ? 
Thou,  by  thy  matchless  favor, 
To  men 
In  sin 
Helpless  lying, 
Near  to  dying, 
Op'nest  heaven ;  — 
Greater  boon  was  never  given  ! 

4  We  bring  a  grateful  heart  to  thee, 
For  sin  aggriev'd,  from  feigning  free. 

And  in  thy  service  ready  : 
To  thee,  and  to  our  neighbor  true, 
Where'er  thou  leadest  would  pursue, 
With  purpose  ever  steady. 
Jesus, 
To  us 
Make  thy  pleasure 
Duty's  measure  ! 
All  who  cherish 
'Not  thy  love,  by  wrath  must  perish. 


184  HYMNS. 

5  May  we  for  endless  glory  strive,  — 
By  faith  upon  thy  promise  live, — 

Our  hopes  still  upward  rising  ; 
In  sorrows  look  to  thee  above. 
Abiding  ever  in  thy  love. 

Earth's  vanities  despising;  — 
Till  we 
To  thee 
Sing  the  praises 
Heaven  raises, 
And,  before  thee. 
With  the  ransom'd  throng  adore  thee. 


Dietericii. 


100.  THE  BIRTH  OF  CHRIST. 

1  O  Bethlehem  I     O  Bethlehem  I 

To  envied  honors  growing; 
O  sister  of  Jerusalem, 

What  grace  to  thee  is  flowing  t 
O  Ephrata,  once  Efevid^s  home. 
Now  David's  Lord  to  thee  is  come. 

His  promised  mercy  showing. 

2  The  time  of  promise  is  fulfill'd. 

Now  comes  the  great  salvation  ; 
The  sorrows  of  the  heart  are  still'd, 

Restor'd  our  desolation  r 
What  boundless,  what  unearthly  joy  ? 
Our  hope  and  peace  none  can  destroy. 

Or  stay  our  exultation. 


HYMNS.  185 

3  I,  like  the  shepherds,  sat,  —  the  shade 

Of  darkness  all  around  me,  — 
A  darkness  that  my  sins  had  made, 

And  there  in  fetters  hound  me  : 
When  lo  !  —  a  splendor  from  on  high. 
Whose  glories,  spreading  o'er  the  sky. 

With  hopes  and  fears  confound  me. 

4  Which  should  I  look  for,  —  weal  —  or  wo? 

Then  heard  I  sweetly  pealing, — 
"  To  God  on  high  new  praises  now  I 

"  To  all  mankind  good  feeling  T 
"  On  earth  shall  endless  peace  abide 
"  With  all,  who  for  His  grace  confide 

"  In  him  this  grace  revealing  I  '* 

5  And  I  my  darkness  fain  would  leave. 

This  call  of  light  obeying ; 
But,  like  the  shepherds  too,  receive 

The  bliss,  no  value  paying : 
I  have  no  gold,  or  precious  store, — 
I  give  my  heart,  I  have  no  more, 

A  heart  full  often  straying. 

6  And  wilt  thou  take  it  at  my  hand. 

Thy  peace  on  me  bestowing  ? 
0  wondrous  child  of  Canaan's  land» 

What  in  my  heart  is  glowing  ! 
0  Prince  of  peace,  —  thy  grace  I  owd, 
A  peace  and  jpy,  before  unknown^ 

Thy  Spirit  there  is  sowing. 
16* 


186  HYMNS. 

7  Henceforth,  Avhen  sin  would  seek  my  harm, 
'Twill  have  no  pow'r  to  harm  me; 
The  night  of  Death,  with  its  alarm, 

No  longer  can  alarm  me  : 
O'er  sin  and  trouble,  fear  and  Death, 
I'll  rise  triumphant,  cheer'd  by  faith 
In  him  whose  love  will  arm  me. 

Wm.  Meinhold. 


J  02  SIMEON  AND  THE  INFANT 

JESUS. 

1  Ye  who  with  years  are  sinking, 

To  death  so  nearly  gone, 
Now  on  the  grave  be  thinking. 
With  aged  Simeon. 

2  He,  at  the  holy  temple. 

In  pray'r  employ'd  his  breath. 
And  was  a  bright  example 
Of  hope  and  joy  in  death. 

3  Gently  his  days  were  flowing, 

As  balsam  gently  flows ; 
His  spirit  brightly  glowing, 
As  day  of  summer  glows. 

4  He  knew  it  was  appointed 

From  death  he  should  be  free, 
Until  the  Lord's  anointed 
His  longing  eyes  should  see. 


HYMNS.  J87 

5  He  saw  :  —  with  transport  thrilling. 

He  took  him  to  his  breast,  — 
The  sight  his  wishes  sealing, 
His  soul  was  fully  blest. 

6  And  see  !  —  this  saint  beholding,  — 

Of  death  he  has  no  fear ; 
His  feeble  arms  infolding 

The  Lord,  —  his  triumphs  hear !  — 

7  "  Though  head  with  age  is  hoary, 

"  Young  pleasure  swells  my  heart ; 
"  Now,  to  the  realms  of  glory, 
"  Would  I  in  peace  depart. 

8  "  Him  —  What  my  joy  can  heighten  ?  — 

"  Who  Israel's  hope  has  been, 
"Who  gentiles  shall  enlighten, — 
"  At  length  my  eyes  have  seen." 

9  As  faith  still  mounted  higher. 

And  rapture  yet  increas'd ; 
He  press'd  his  Savior  nigher 
Upon  his  heart,  — and  ceas'd. 

10  When,  Lord,  with  age  encumber'd, 

Or  bow'd  with  ills  and  grief, 
I  here  my  days  have  number'd,  — 
May  such  be  my  relief ! 

11  Though  not,  in  form  as  living, 

My  Savior  greet  my  eyes ; 
May  he,  his  presence  giving, 
Release  me  to  the  skies : 


188  HYMNS. 

12  And,  while  my  soul  i&  singing-  — 
"  Hosanna  !     Lord,  appear  !  " 
The  heavens  back  be  ringing  — 
"  Hosanna !     He  is  neai- 1 " 


102.  PRAYER  OF  SIMEON, 

1  I  Tocr,  throngh  Jesus,  may  in  peace 

Depart,  like  Simeon  praying; 
And  find  in  death  my  wish'd  release. 

No  grief  or  fear  betraying ;  — 
For  rest  my  weary  eyelids  close,  — 
My  flesh  in  quiet  sleep  repose, — 

My  spirit  rise  to  heaven. 

2  Wliat  then  Avill  be  my  glad  surprise. 

When,  earthly  cares  all  ended, 
My  ransom'd  soul  shall  mount  the  skies. 

By  angel -guard  attended  t 
When  I  shall  see,  in  glory  bright. 
Those  mansions  of  eternal  light  j 

By  God  for  me  made  ready  t 

3  May  T,  Lord,  ever  ready  be. 

Upon  thy  grace  relying  ! 
May  hope  of  glory  strengthen  me. 

To  honor  thee  in  dying  ! 
Then  will  I  cry,  with  cheerful  faith 
In  Him,  who  dying  conquer'd  Death, — 

"  Come,  Jesus  !     Lord,  come  quickly ! 


HYMNS.  189 

VISIT  OF  THE  MAGI. 

1  King,  to  Jews  and  gentiles  given 

For  their  healing  and  their  light, 
Saba  sees  thy  star  in  heaven. 

And  rejoices  at  the  sight  : 
Shem  and  Japhet  come  from  far,  ^ 

To  the  light  of  Jacob's  star. 

2  Join'd  to  those,  who  are  inquiring 

From  the  East,  dear  Lord,  for  thee,  — 
All  we  ask,  or  are  desiring. 

Is  the  royal  child  to  see. 
We  our  knees  before  thee  bow. 
With  our  arms  embrace  thee  now. 

3  Take  our  presents,  nor  refuse  us 

Giving  what  we  value  most ; 
In  thy  gentleness,  excuse  us 

That  our  hands  no  riches  boast :  — 
Ours  is  no  blest  Araby,  — 
All  our  wealth  is  poverty. 

4  Stead  of  gold  and  costly  ireasurey 

Faith,  and  hope,  and  love  receive  ! 
May  our  incense  meet  thy  pleasure  — 

We  our  hearts'  devotion  give ; 
But  for  myn~h,  —  our  penitence, 
And  of  guilt  an  humbling  sense. 

5  Take  in  kindness  what  we  offer, — 

Willing  gifts  from  souls  sincere  ; 
Leave  us  not  from  foes  to  suffer 
Rous'd  to  rage  by  guilty  fear : 


1 90  HYMNS. 

From  the  bloody  Herod's  sword, 
Thy  protection  be  our  guard  ! 

6  While  we  homeward  shall  be  going, 
May  thy  blessing  with  us  go  : 
Cheer  us  on,  thy  mercy  showing,  — 

Still  the  rage  of  ev'ry  foe  ; 
Lead  us  with  thy  gentle  hand, 
Till  we  reach  our  father-land. 


104.  CHILDHOOD  OF  JESUS 

1  Though  manhood's  feeble  nature 

Our  Savior  made  his  own, 
The  godhead's  ev'ry  feature 
In  him  was  clearly  shown. 

2  Earth's  wealth  and  pomp  declining, 

His  lowly  way  he  trod. 
While  through  the  veil  were  shining 
The  glories  of  the  God. 

3  By  him  God  wrought  with  power, 

God's  image  he  express'd ; 
God's  Spirit  was  his  dower, 
As  none  beside  possess'd. 

4  Of  prophets  sent  by  heaven 

With  him  could  none  compare  ; 
He  Israel's  hope  was  given, 
A  light  to  lands  afar. 


HYMNS.  191 


5  His  god-head  was  discover'd 

To  Bethl'em's  shepherd  throng, 
When  angels  o'er  them  hover'd, 
And  sang  their  raptur'd  song. 

6  While  childhood  yet  was  tender. 

His  piety  was  seen  : 
What  fruit  his  graces  render  ! 
How  godlike  was  his  mien  I 

7  His  perfect  approbation 

God  gave  him  from  above  ; 
Men  show'd  their  admiration,  — 
None  could  withhold  their  love. 

8  For  highest  worth  he  nerv'd  him. 

On  this  he  kept  his  view ; 
Ye  angels  here  who  serv'd  him, 
Make  him  your  pattern  too  ! 

9  Here  learn  we  virtue's  measure  ;  — 

His  early  days  to  fill, 
It  was  his  highest  pleasure 
To  do  his  Father's  will. 

10  God's  glory  he  is  seeking, 

Nor  waits  for  riper  years  ; 
He  hears  when  Wisdom's  speaking. 
And  ponders  what  he  hears. 

11  Assemble  now,  ye  sages, 

And  listen  while  he  speaks  : 
The  wisdom  of  long  ages 

From  lips  of  childhood  breaks. 


192  HYMNS. 

12  From  doubt  and  error  turning, 
Ye  teachers,  hear  him  teach  : 
From  him  a  knowledge  learning. 
Your  schools  could  never  reach. 


13  'Tis  wisdom  all  he's  saying, 

And,  with  attractions  new. 
The  way  of  life  displaying, 
His  doctrine  all  is  true. 

14  How  blest  the  child  that  chooses 

Religion  for  his  part ;  — 
While  evil  he  refuses. 

To  virtue  gives  his  heart !  — • 

15  In  size  and  knowledge  growing, 

Like  Jesus  he  shall  prove  — 
While  men  their  love  are  showing, 
God  too  will  show  him  love. 

16  The  words  of  Christ  regarding, 

In  youth  he  shall  be  blest ; 
Honors  his  age  rewarding. 
His  end  be  endless  rest. 


HYMNS.  193 

JOHN  THE  FORERUNNER. 

The  world,  enslav'd  to  sin, 
Were  loaded  with  its  curses ;  — 

'T  was  then  that  God  would  show 
The  fulness  of  his  mercies. 

And  sends  a  herald  forth 

The  tidings  to  declare  — 

That  now  his  Son,  their  King, 

Is  with  salvation  near. 

The  messenger  is  come, 
And  of  the  king  gives  warning ; 

He  shines,  a  steady  light, 
With  holy  zeal  is  burning ; 

While  sinners  of  all  ranks 

He  bids  their  guilt  deplore  : 

And  on  his  spirit  rest 

Elijah's,  and  his  pow'r. 

The  faithful  John  proclaims 
Upon  the  banks  of  Jordan,  — 

"  The  heav'nly  King  is  nigh, 
"  Repent,  and  seek  for  pardon  ! 

"  Lo  !  the  Redeemer  comes  ! 

*'  Bear  fruits  of  righteousness  !  — 

*'  And  thus  shall  Israel's  God 

*'  His  mourning  people  bless." 
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194  HYMNS. 

4  He  own'd  —  "  I  am  not  He  ! 
"  But  show  you  the  anointed  :  " 

And  to  his  hearers  cried, 
While  he  to  Jesus  pointed,  — • 
"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God, 
*'  Whose  blood,  for  sinners  splits 
"  A  fountain  shall  supply 
"  To  wash  away  their  guilt !  " 

5  0  what  a  word  was  that ! 
To  us  the  message  reaches ; 

And  shall  we  not  accept, 
The  mercy  that  it  teaches  ! 
Hail  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
By  John  so  clearly  shown 
The  Savior  of  the  world  ; 
And  be  his  praises  known  ! 

6  Tliis  word,  0  Lord,  reveals. 
The  myst'ry  of  salvation  ; 

May  it  thy  glory  sound 
To  ev'ry  clime  and  nation  ! 
Who  penitent  believes, 
Has  joys  unknown  before  ; 
And,  when  his  course  is  done, 
Shall  live  forevermore. 


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HYMNS.  195 

106.  MINISTRY  OF  JESUS. 

1  That  men  to  truth  might  not  be  strangers, 

—  The  truth  that  has  its  source  above,  — 
Might  thus  escape  sin's  fearful  dangers. 
And  purify  their  hearts  in  love ; 
For  this,  Lord,  thou  wast  hither  sent, 
For  this  thy  life  on  earth  was  spent. 

2  This  daily  was  thy  great  employment,  — • 

How  active  w^as  thy  ceaseless  care  ! 
In  this  was  centred  thy  enjoyment. 
Of  love  no  efforts  didst  thou  spare. 
That,  by  display  of  truth  so  bright, 
The  darken'd  world  might  see  the  light. 

3  The  light,  that  shows  God's  mercy  given 

And  teaches  all  we  need  to  know  ; 
The  light,  that  shows  the  way  to  heaven 
And  how  that  way  we  should  pursue ; 
The  light,  that  cheers  our  prospects  here, 
Till  we  in  perfect  light  appear. 

4  That  thou  might  be  this  light  of  gladness 

To  wretched  man,  —  what  ills  were  borne 
By  thee  !  —  what  load  of  shame  and  sadness  ! 
No  trials  could  thy  purpose  turn  ; 
So  great  thy  patience  to  endure 
Whate'er  would  make  our  blessings  sure. 

5  And,  Lord,  thy  life  abides  forever  — 

The  life  which  thou  hast  liv'd  below,  — 
The  richest  blessing  of  God's  favor. 
For  which  to  Him  our  thanks  we  owe. 


196  HYMNS. 

A  blessing,  too,  that  bids  us  raise 
To  Thee,  Redeemer,  songs  of  praise. 

6  Grciat  Teacher,  now  accept  our  praises, 
For  thy  salvation  clearly  shown : 
May  all  in  sin's  delusive  mazes 

Thy  grace  and  truth  be  brought  to  own ! 
And  we,  here  faithful  to  thy  love. 
Enjoy  thy  perfect  light  above  ! 

J.  S.  Dieterich. 


107.  JESUS  OUR  EXAMPLE. 

1  Jesus,  of  what  we  should  approve. 

Thou  art  the  bright  example  ; 
Thy  heart,  warm  in  the  Father's  love, 

Was  virtue's  living  temple  ; 
And  with  his  glorious  image  seal'd, 
Thou,  in  thy  lowly  state,  wast  fill'd 
With  wisdom,  pow'r  and  goodness. 

2  To  do  the  Father's  will.  Whose  aim 

Was  ever  shown  so  zealous  .' 
WTio,  for  the  honor  of  his  name, 

Was  ever  found  so  jealous  ? 
Thine  was  no  selfish  interest. 
The  ruling  object  of  thy  breast 

Was  but  to  work  his  pleasure. 

3  When  thou  the  wicked  didst  regard, 

With  grief  thy  soul  was  filling  ; 
But  when  was  done  thy  Father's  word, 
Thy  heart  with  joy  was  thrilling  : 


HYMNS.  197 

On  his  depended  all  thy  will, — 
To  Him  thine  eye  was  looking  still, 
With  meekness  and  reliance. 

Before  the  world,  hy  word  and  deed, 

Thou  praise  to  Him  didst  offer ; 
Wast  ready  too,  as  he  decreed. 

For  our  relief  to  suffer : 
And  as  the  Father's  name  is  Love, 
So  thy  delight,  all  else  above. 

Was  found  in  showing  mercy. 

Nor  could  the  injuries  or  wrath 
Of  man,  to  murmurs  move  thee  ; 

True  to  thy  God,  in  griefs  and  death. 
Thou  on  the  cross  didst  prove  thee  : 

Thy  courage  never  falter'd  once. 

In  him  was  placed  thy  confidence, 
So  cheerful  and  unwav'ring. 

Thy  hope  was  constant  in  his  name, 

Though  scoffers  were  deriding ; 
And  when  thine  hour  of  darkness  came, 

It  found  thee  still  confiding : 
Thy  hope  was  met ;  —  thy  God  was  there. 
He  heard  and  answer'd  then  thy  pray'r,  — 

Thou  wast  from  death  deliver'd. 

By  him  wast  thou  in  glory  thron'd. 

Angels  on  high  adore  thee ; 
There  saints  their  grateful  songs  resound, 

And  cast  their  crowns  before  thee,  — 
Proclaiming  —  "  Worthy  is  the  Lamb 
"  Who  died  for  us,  — and  to  his  name 

"Be  worship,  praise,  and  power !  " 
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198  HYMNS. 

8  Grant,  Lord,  that  to  resemble  thee 
May  be  our  highest  pleasure  ; 
That  we  too,  in  God's  love,  may  see 
Our  noblest,  richest  treasure  ;  — 
May  in  his  providence  confide. 
And  fearless  all  his  will  abide. 
In  living,  and  in  dying. 


108.  JESUS  OUR  PATTERN. 

1  Most  holy  Jesus  !  —  Fount  unfailing 
Of  joy  all  other  joys  excelling, 

Thou  art  the  fount  of  holiness. 
The  brightest  cherubim  before  thee. 
The  seraphim,  who  there  adore  thee, 
Compar'd  with  thee  sink  in  disgrace. 
A  pattern  thou  for  me,  — 
0  may  I  copy  thee. 
Holy  Savior ! 
And,  Jesus,  now 
Thy  help  bestow,  - 
And  teach  me  to  be  holy  too  ! 


Most  humble  Jesus !  — self-denying. 
With  all  thy  Father's  will  complying-. 

To  death  thou  didst  his  will  pursue  : 
My  spirit  with  like  temper  arming. 
My  actions  to  thy  will  conforming. 

My  pride  and  waywardness  subdue  ! 


HYMNS.  199 


May  I,  like  thee,  be  mild  ; 

With  feelings  of  a  child 
Truly  humble : 
And,  Jesus,  now 
Thy  help  bestow. 
And  teach  me  to  be  humble  too  ! 


0  watchful  Jesus  !  —  without  slumber^ 
By  toils  and  sorrows  out  of  number, 

Thou  wast  encircled  night  and  day ; 
By  day,  in  ceaseless  labor  keeping, 
Whole  nights  before  thy  God  wast  weeping, 
Forgetful  not  to  watch  and  pray. 
Grant  thou,  0  Lord,  to  me 
That  I  may  also  be 
Ever  watchful ! 
Yes,  Jesus,  now 
Thy  help  bestow. 
And  teach  me  to  be  watchful  too  ! 

0  tender  Jesus  !  —  kindest  Savior, 
What  love  and  mildness  of  behavior 

Didst  thou  maintain  to  friend  and  foe  ! 
So  God  to  all  the  sun  is  sending. 
To  all  his  fruitful  show'rs  extending, 
Though  thanks  to  him  they  never  show. 
Like  thee.  Lord,  would  I  love. 
Myself  I  thus  would  prove 
Thy  disciple : 
And,  Jesus,  now 
Thy  help  bestow. 
And  teach  me  to  be  tender  too  ! 


200  HYMNS. 

5  Most  gentle  Jesus  !  — unoffending, 
Thy  foes,  with  injuries  unending, 

To  wrath  could  not  thy  spirit  rouse. 
Unmov'd,  while  shame  on  thee  is  pouring, — 
Indignant  zeal  thy  soul  devouring, 

When  shame  is  shown  thy  father's  house. 
My  Savior,  1  would  he 
Thus  gentle,  —  and  like  thee 
Timely  zealous  : 
And,  Jesus,  now 
Thy  help  ])ostow. 
And  teach  me  U)  he  gentle  too  ! 

6  Great  Heir  of  all !  —  Thou  King  most  worthy  ! 
Though  angels  ceasM  not  to  adore  thee,  — 

Content  with  poor  and  mean  estate, 
Thou  livedst  here  in  deep  depression, 
A  servant's  was  thy  low  condition. 
For  self  thou  soughtest  nothing  great. 
0  Lord,  this  temper  give, 
That  I  on  earth  may  live 
Ever  lowly ! 
Yes,  Jesus,  now 
Thy  help  bestow. 
And  teach  me  to  be  lowly  too  ! 

7  Unspotted  Jesus  !  — thy  demeanor 
Was  chaste  and  pure  in  all  its  tenor ; 

A  perfect  modesty  was  thine 
In  thought  and  word,  in  look  and  feeling ; 
Thy  manners,  dress,  and  acts  revealing 

A  soul  of  purity  divine. 


HYMNS.  201 

Dear  Savior,  I  would  strive 
Like  thee  below  to  live 

Pure  and  blameless. 

And,  Jesus,  now 

Thy  help  bestow, 
And  teach  me  to  live  spotless  too  ! 

8  Most  temp'rate  Jesus  !  — here  while  living, 
In  meat  and  drink  thyself  wast  giving 

Example  for  our  guidance  still : 
"V^Tien  hunger  press'd,  its  force  allaying. 
For  food,  thy  Father's  call  obeying, 
And  hung'ring  most,  to  do  his  will. 
Lord,  teach  me  in  thy  school 
My  appetites  to  rule, 
Temp'rance  learning. 
Yes,  Jesus,  now 
Thy  help  bestow, 
And  teach  me  to  be  temp'rate  too  ! 

9  Now,  hear  me,  Jesus  —  my  chief  pleasure  ! 
Conform  me  fully  to  thy  measure, 

And  let  me  bear  thine  image  bright ! 
Thy  Spirit  and  thy  strength  bestowing. 
That  I,  in  ev'ry  virtue  growing. 
May  ripen  for  the  world  of  light. 
0  may  thy  love,  with  pow'r, 
Constrain  me  more  and  more. 
Faithful  Savior ! 
Yes,  Jesus,  thou 
Wilt  grace  bestow. 
That  I  may  reign  in  glory  too. 

G.  Arnold. 


202  HYMNS. 

109.  MIRACLES  OF  JESUS. 

1  How  great  the  wonders  wrought  hy  thee 
At  thy  command  diseases  flee. 

Thy  pow'r  and  mercy  telling ; 
While  devils  now  their  victims  yield, 
And  Satan,  haflled,  quits  the  field, — 

Thy  arm  his  fury  quelling. 
The  raging  storm  at  once  is  still  : 
Thy  steady  feet,  if  such  thy  will. 
Walk  on  the  floods  that  vainly  rave  ; 
Thy  path  is  o'er  the  foaming  wave  — 

This  is  an  hour 

Displays  a  pow'r 

All  should  adore, 
And  never  doubt  thy  godhead  more. 

2  We  see  the  blind  restor'd  to  sight. 
The  deaf,  now  list'ning  with  delight, 

Their  way  with  thee  pursuing : 
The  dying  leave  their  bed  of  pain. 
The  buried  walk  on  earth  again. 

Their  ended  life  renewing  : 
Where  crowds  were  famishing  for  breads 
There  now  by  thee  are  thousands  fed, — 
Sweet  as  thy  new-created  wine 
They  drink  thy  heav'nly  doctrine  in. 

Each  soul  distress'd 

That  seeks  thy  rest 

Is  fully  blest,  — 
Of  all  good  gifts  thine  are  the  best. 


HYMNS.  203 

3  In  thee  all  might  and  wisdom  stor'd, 

With  goodness  join'd,  proclaim  thee  Lord, — 

The  rocks  might  well  proclaim  it. 
But  scoffers  would  more  wonders  see,  — 
In  scorn  of  all  thy  works  and  thee, 

New  proof  they  ask,  —  and  name  it :-  - 
"  The  sun  must  at  his  bidding  stand, 
"  The  moon,  abide  at  his  command  ; 
"  Let  him  of  time  roll  back  the  course  ; 
•*  Or  rise  through  sky  to  God  his  source ;  — 

*'  When  this  is  done, 

"  It  will  be  shown, 

"And  we  w^ill  own 
•'  He  is  indeed  God's  equal  Son." 

4  Ere  shepherds  to  thy  manger  came. 
The  skies  had  witness'd  to  thy  claim. 

Unwonted  light  displaying : 
Again  their  op'ning  vault  appear'd,— 
The  Father  then  his  love  declar'd 

To  thee,  at  Jordan  praying : 
Then  too,  the  Spirit  from  above. 
Descending  on  thee  as  a  dove, 
Call'd  on  the  world  in  thee  to  own 
Messiah,  Christ,  the  promis'd  one. 

All  wisdom's  thine ; 

While  pow'r  divine 

And  goodness  join, 
That  here  in  flesh  the  God  may  shine. 


204  HYMNS. 

5  In  mercy  is  thy  pleasure  still, 

No  flames  of  vengeance  at  thy  will 

Against  revilers  burning : 
So,  when  for  fire  disciples  pray'd, 
Thy  tender  pity  was  display'd, 

Their  thoughts  to  mercy  turning. 
But,  sinners,  dare  not  to  presume  ! 
He,  who  triumphant  bursts  the  tomb, 
Whom  God  from  grave  to  glory  brings. 
And  there  enthrones  him  King  of  kings,  - 

Will  ever  reign 

The  pride  to  stain 

Of  mortals  vain 
Who  treat  his  gospel  with  disdain. 

6  To  earth  thou  yet  wilt  come  again. 
Before  the  gather'd  sons  of  men 

To  work  thy  greatest  wonder. 
Enthron'd  on  clouds  wilt  thou  appear, 
When  friend  and  foe  thy  doom  shall  hear. 

Then,  ever  part  asunder. 
Let  sinners  dread  that  final  doom  ! 
To  saints  thou  wilt  with  favor  come : 
By  thee  they  find  a  mercy-seat. 
And  now  in  faith  thy  coming  wait. 
Thy  wondrous  pow'r. 
Thy  wisdom's  store. 
Thy  goodness,  more. 
And  truth,  dear  Savior,  we  adore. 


HYMNS.  205 

Jj^^SUS  ON  TABOR. 

Christ,  our  bliss  —  all  joys  combining, 
Tliy  face  above  the  sun  is  shining, 
A  glitt'ring  robe  thy  form  arrays  : 
Glory  bright  from  thee  is  beaming, 
The  voice  of  truth  thy  worth  proclaiming, 
While  from  the  Father's  mouth  it  says 
In  love's  endearing  tone  — 
"  This  is  my  only  Son, 
"  Me  well  pleasing  : 
*'  His  word  regard  ! 
"And  your  reward 
"  Be  endless  glory  with  the  Lord  !  " 

Can  one  glimpse,  so  quickly  over, 
Suffice  us,  Jesus,  to  discover 

The  splendors  of  thy  high  estate  ? 

All  thy  glories  to  be  telling. 

We  need  to  build  for  thee  a  dwelling. 

And  evermore  around  thee  wait. 

Dear  Savior,  at  thy  side 

Joy,  health  and  peace  abide  — 

Hallelujah ! 
Here,  Lord,  with  thee 
'Tis  good  to  be. 
From  ev'ry  care  and  sorrow  free. 

Lord  of  life,  to  earth  returning, 
Our  bodies  with  thy  light  adorning, 

Give  us  thy  splendor  then  to  see  ! 

When  our  dust,  from  dust  awaking, 
And,  in  his  glories  too  partaking. 

Shall  splendid  and  immortal  be,  — 
18 


206  HYMNS. 

Far  brighter  light  shall  shine 
Than,  Tabor,  e'er  was  thine  ! 
While  Hosannas 
Of  higher  praise 
Our  tongues  shall  raise, 
On  Zion's  hill,  through  endless  days. 


111.  TEARS  OF  JESUS. 

1  Our  Lord  wept  o'er  Jerusalem 

In  sin  yet  unrelenting ; 
Think,  then,  what  joy  it  gives  to  him 

When  sinners  are  repenting : 
And  how  to  his  own  people's  cry 
Can  he  a  gracious  ear  deny  ? 
These  tears,  too,  fully  manifest 

That  Jesus  Christ  — 
He  is  the  faithful  Great  High-priest. 

2  Yes,  Jesus,  and  these  tears  of  thine 

For  me  make  intercession. 
When  I  from  duty's  path  decline. 

Too  heedless  of  transgression. 
Their  price  in  God's  esteem  is  high, 
And  none  who  thither  turn  their  eye 
Of  hope,  —  for  guilt  sincerely  grieve. 

And  sin  will  leave, 
But  that  from  God  shall  grace  receive. 


HYMNS.  207 

3  And  have  they  not  a  voice  to  speak 

Their  solemn  admonition  ?  — 
A  voice  that  in  my  soul  should  wake 

A  deep,  sincere  contrition  ? 
0  suffer  not  that  earthly  cares 
At  once  command  my  ready  tears. 
While,  in  this  erring  heart  of  mine. 

Sorrow  for  sin 
Can  hrief  admission  scarcely  win. 

4  Full  oft  my  spirit  is  depress'd, 

And  bitter  tears  are  flowing ; 
The  sight  of  crime  afflicts  my  breast. 

The  world  their  malice  showing : 
But  'neath  such  trials  ere  I  sink. 
Be  it  my  comfort  then  to  think. 
The  hatred  which  to  thee  they  prov'd 

Whom  thou  hadst  lov'd, 
To  tears  thy  tender  pity  mov'd. 

5  Lord,  all  my  tears  thyself  dost  see. 

Each  in  succession  counting  ; 
Though  many  are  forgot  by  me. 

To  thee  not  one  is  wanting : 
These  never  from  thy  view  depart. 
So  move  with  sympathy  thy  heart. 
That,  while  through  trials  I  proceed 

Where  thou  hast  led. 
Thou  cheerest  me  in  all  my  need. 

6  The  Christian,  who  with  pious  tears 

Is  to  the  Spirit  sowing. 
Shall  reap,  when  his  reward  appears, 
A  harvest  overflowing. 


208  HYMNS. 

Shall  reap  such  blessings  as  excel 

All  we  conceive,  or  tongue  could  tell,  — 

For  trifling  sorrows  of  an  hour, 

Abundant  store 
Of  joys  to  last  forevermore. 

7  Thee,  after  grief  and  shame  endur'd. 
Now  praise  and  bliss  are  crowning : 
Tears  were  by  thee  in  torrents  pour'd, 

While  for  our  sins  atoning ; 
But,  when  thy  sorrows  here  were  past. 
In  heav'n  was  found  thy  perfect  rest : 
And  thither  soon  thou  'It  welcome  me, 

To  honor  thee, 
For  all  thy  tears,  eternally. 


J.  Herrmann. 


112.  SEIZURE  OF  JESUS. 

1  Great  thy  sorrows,  injur'd  Jesus, 

That  with  joy  we  might  be  crown'd  : 
Thou,  from  bondage  to  release  us. 

Art  as  malefactor  bound. 
Schemes  of  cruel  foes  thou  knewest. 
Back,  to  shun  them,  never  drewest; 

But,  in  holy  courage  strong, 

Goest  forth  to  meet  their  wrong. 

2  More  than  twelve  of  angel-legions. 

That  surround  thy  Father's  throne. 
Quick  would  leave  the  heavenly  regions. 
For  the  rescue  of  his  Son : 


HYMNS.  209 

At  thy  call  would  fly  to  save  thee, 

Crush  the  foes  that  scorn  and  brave  thee,  — 

Yet,  for  vengeance  or  defence, 

Callest  thou  no  legions  thence. 

Nor  the  strength  of  thy  high  nature 

Leaves  thy  manhood  now  alone  : 
But,  redeeming  thy  lost  creature. 

Boundless  might  in  grace  is  shown. 
Only  let  the  word  be  spoken. 
All  thy  fetters  soon  were  broken,  — 

And  the  throng  of  scoffing  foes 

Plung'd  in  helpless,  hopeless  woes. 

On  they  come  —  now,  backward  flying, 

Prostrate  fall  before  thy  word  — 
"  I  am  He  !  "  —  sure  proof  supplying 

Of  thy  pow'r  and  courage.  Lord. 
Thee  to  die  no  one  has  driven. 
Life  for  us  by  choice  is  given ;  — 

And,  our  guilty  souls  to  free, 

Shame  and  bonds  are  borne  by  thee. 

'T  is  to  break  our  chains  forever. 

Thou  art  bound  by  wicked  hands ; 
To  complete  God's  scheme  of  favor. 

Sparest  thou  the  soldier-bands ;  — 
Aid  of  friendly  sword  repellest. 
Wound  of  eager  foe-man  healest ; 

Freely  takest  fetters  on,  — 

Though  no  evil  thou  hast  done. 
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210  HYMNS. 

6  Should  thou  here  account  me  worthy 
For  thy  sake  to  suffer  shame  ; 
Grant  me,  Jesus,  I  implore  thee, 

Grace  to  honor  thy  dear  name  : 
Bonds,  reproach  —  all  —  I  can  bear  it. 
Only  give  thy  cheering  Spirit, 

And  with  joy  I'll  spend  my  breath. 
Ever  faithful  until  death. 


J.  J.  Rambach. 


113.  JESUS  DESERTED. 

1  How  trying  to  the  heart 

The  wound  that  friends  impart ! 
To  thee,  Lord,  far  more  bitter 
Than  buffet,  stripe,  or  fetter. 
That,  when  thy  foes  assail  thee. 
Thy  chosen  twelve  should  fail  thee. 

2  The  danger  scarcely  near, 
These  all  are  fill'd  with  fear : 

They  who  could  boast  so  loudly. 
And  were  so  ready  —  proudly 
To  prove  their  faith  by  dying. 
Their  safety  seek,  by  flying. 

3  Who  boldly  drew  his  sword,  — . 
E'en  Peter  —  leaves  his  Lord ; 

He  flees,  with  panic  taken ;  — 
Sham'd  thee  to  have  forsaken. 
Returns ;  —  but  on  new  trial. 
Falls  deeper  by  denial. 


HYMNS.  211 

4  Is  faith  in  Peter  found  ? 
When  safe,  he  Jesus  own'd. 

Him  as  the  Christ  proclaiming, 
With  zeal  and  courage  flaming,  — 
But  now,  when  danger  tries  him. 
He,  with  an  oath,  denies  him. 

5  But  soon  thy  look,  O  Lord, 
Him  to  himself  restor'd. 

His  guilt  most  deeply  feeling : 
—  Sorrow  his  lips  is  sealing,  — 
While  tears,  in  torrents  pouring. 
For  mercy  are  imploring. 

6  He  sought,  —  he  found  it  there : 
0  then,  let  none  despair, 

But  ask  forgiveness  rather  ! 
God  is  a  gracious  father. 
And  sins,  felt  as  a  burden. 
Through  Christ  may  find  a  pardon. 

7  Had  e'en  the  traitor  too, 
After  his  deed  of  wo. 

Sought  grace,  with  godly  mourning. 
To  the  betray'd  returning,  — 
What  hasted  his  perdition, 
That  blood  had  seal'd  remission. 

8  But  he  who  mov'd  the  plot,  — 
Satan,  —  forsakes  it  not, 

Exciting  guilty  terrors. 
Till  Judas'  growing  errors 
Make  him  of  self  the  hater. 
To  his  own  soul,  a  traitor. 


212  HYMNS. 

9      How  dreadful  his  award  ! 
Mortals,  be  on  your  guard  ! 
Still  Satan  frights,  entices. 
Lord,  show  us  his  devices  ! 
Be  thou  our  strength  and  tower. 
To  save  us  from  his  power. 

1 0       Should  any  guilt  divide  — 
(  0  may  it  ne'er  betide  ! ) 
Me  from  thy  holy  keeping ; 
Make  me  like  Peter,  —  weeping, 
For  grace  to  thee  repairing,  — 
Not,  Judas-like,  despairing ! 


114.  PETER'S  DENIAL. 

1  Urg'd,  Lord,  by  sinful  terror, 

Peter  denied  thy  name  : 
Soon,  conscious  of  his  error, 

He  mourn'd  his  guilt  with  shame  ; 
Thy  look  with  sorrow  fill'd  his  breast. 
He  sought  thy  pard'ning  mercy, 
And  Avas  with  pardon  bless'd. 

2  After,  how  grew  this  martyr 

In  faith  and  hardihood  ! 
He  scorn'd  thy  truth  to  barter, 
But  seal'd  it  with  his  blood  : 
For  thee  his  Lord  he  spent  his  breath, 
In  life  declar'd  thy  glory. 
And  honor'd  thee  in  death. 


HYMNS.  213 

3  My  soul  is  in  disquiet, 

'T  is  fill'd  with  constant  pain : 
'Twere  useless  to  deny  it, 

From  thee  concealment's  vain , 
And,  Lord,  with  grief  I  own  to  thee 
'  Thy  name  I  have  dishonor'd^ 
0  pardon,  pardon  me  ! 

4  When  loud  the  hold  blasphemer. 

Amid  the  scoffing  crowd, 
Revil'd  thee,  my  Redeemer, 
Thy  name,  my  Lord  and  God  ! 
I  durst  not  own  myself  to  be 

A  Christian  ;  —  basely  fearing 
Their  scoffing,  more  than  thee. 

5  Lord,  thou  hadst  freely  oflfer'd 

Thy  life's  blood  in  my  place,  — 
And  still  by  thee  was  proffer'd 
For  me  all  needed  grace. 
What  vile  ingratitude  in  me. 
That  I,  the  scoff  of  sinners 

Should  more  regard,  than  thee  ! 

6  I  own,  deep  sorrow  feeling, 

My  fear  was  strangely  base : 
Pardon  me,  Lord,  revealing 
The  strangeness  of  thy  grace. 
On  Peter  fell  thy  pitying  eye  — 
O  may  thine  eye  of  pity 
Pass  my  transgression  by  ! 


214  HYMNS. 

7  And  may  this  time  of  sorrow 

Be  ever  in  my  mind ; 
Thence  may  thy  service  borrow 
New  cords  my  love  to  bind. 
My  Lord  and  God,  thee  to  deny 

Fills  more  with  dread  my  spirit,  ' 
Than  for  thy  name  to  die. 

8  May  but  thy  favor  arm  me, 

Then  all  reproach  is  vain : 
Who  is  it  that  would  harm  me  ? 
God  makes  it  work  my  gain. 
Let  all  my  foes  their  strength  unite. 
And  marshal  all  their  terrors, 
I'm  fearless  in  thy  might. 

9  From  thee  what  shall  divide  me  ? 

Henceforward  I  will  own. 
Should  all  the  world  deride  me, 
Jesus  my  Lord  alone  : 
And  when  before  thy  judgment  brought. 
If  here  I  shall  confess  thee. 
Thou  wilt  deny  me  not. 


B.  Muenter. 


HYMNS.  215 

115.     JESUS  BEFORE  THE  COUNCIL. 

1  The  Lord  of  our  salvation 

Must  now  to  judgment  go  ! 
At  such  humiliation, 

Shall  we  no  wonder  show  ? 
'Gainst  Jesus,  the  unspotted, 

Of  Jews  the  promis'd  Head, 
Their  council  long  had  plotted, 

He's  now  their  pris'ner  led. 

2  With  impious  haste  and  daring, 
To  glut  their  cherish'd  hate. 

Their  scheme  afore  preparing. 

They  hurry  on  his  fate. 
Their  wrath,  to  fury  raging. 

The  innocent  condemns : 
His  blood  alone  assuaging 

Its  fierce  malignant  flames. 

3  His  holy  words  and  living  — 
To  whom  were  these  unknown  ? 

Who  most,  their  favor  giving. 
Were  bound  his  worth  to  own  ? 

Who  most  ow'd  him  protection  ? 
None  more  should  guard  his  cause. 

Than  they  who  claim'd  direction 
Of  worship  and  its  laws. 

4  But  here  false  proofs  were  render'd 
By  base  and  perjur'd  men ; 

The  holy  one  was  slander'd. 
As  if  the  slave  of  sin : 


216  HYMNS. 

Here  justice  was  denied  him. 
The  Judge's  seat  disgrac'd ; 

As  falsehood  had  belied  him, 
The  guilty  doom  was  pass'd. 

5  The  place  bore  degradation. 

The  court,  a  shameful  blot. 
From  Jesus'  condemnation,  — 

His  innocence,  no  spot. 
He  spoke  not, — his  not  speaking 

Their  calumny  disprov'd ; 
While  they  their  rage  were  wreaking. 

His  spirit  was  unmov'd. 

6  0  that,  to  wrong  perverted, 

Were  found  no  judges  still. 
Whose  pow'r  is  e'er  exerted 

To  work  the  righteous  ill ! 
No  place,  though  once  devoted 

To  virtue  and  to  God, 
That  now  is  strangely  noted 

For  violence  and  blood  ! 

7  Keep  me,  Lord,  from  deceiving ! 

Whate'er  is  right  and  true. 
Thy  guidance  never  leaving, 

I  onward  would  pursue  : 
In  speaking,  or  refraining, 

V/ould  own  thy  gentle  yoke. 
From  ev'ry  thing  abstaining. 

Resentment  to  provoke. 


HYMNS.  217 


8  Reproach  guard  me  from  saying 

To  those  reproaching  me  ; 
From  hate  with  hate  repaying : 

Thus  may  I  follow  thee  ! 
I  will  no  inj'ry  ofier, 

And  if,  in  duty's  place, 
I  still  must  inj'ries  suffer, 

I'll  trust  me  to  thy  grace. 


H.  J.  Ileeren. 


5.  JESUS  BEFORE  PILATE. 

1  Behold  the  man !    How  heavy  lay 

On  him  the  sinner's  burden  ! 
\Yhat  grievous  price  had  he  to  pay 

That  we  might  hope  for  pardon  ! 
Such  sorrows,  since  the  world  began. 
Before  were  never  seen  by  man. 

Nor  since  on  earth  been  witness'd. 

2  The  Prince  of  life,  to  glory  born, 

Our  Savior  here,  hereafter, 
Now  bears  the  Jewish  rulers'  scorn. 

Their  taunts,  and  jeering  laughter  ; 
As  malefactor  he  is  seiz'd, 
Accus'd,  defam'd,  —  the  crowd  are  pleas'd. 

And  join  the  proud  derision. 

3  Their  fury,  raging  unrestrain'd. 

To  grosser  insult  urges; 
With  fetters  bound,  with  blood  distain'd, 
With  buffets  bruis'd  and  scourges, 
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218  HYMNS. 

A  reed  his  sceptre,  thorns  his  crown, 
In  purple  robes  for  mock'ry  shown,  — 
He  stands  before  revilers. 

4  His  heathen  Judge,  of  foreign  birth. 

Is  with  compassion  taken  ; 
He  brings  him  to  his  brethren  forth, 

Their  pity  to  awaken  :  — 
"  Behold  the  man  !  — there's  no  offence, 
"  I  can't  condemn  while  innocence 

"  So  strongly  pleads  to  save  him." 

5  'T  was  vain  I  —  alas,  't  was  all  in  vain. 

This  plea  of  gentile  stranger  ; 
The  mad,  infuriate,  Jewish  train 

Grow  bold  in  Jesus'  danger. 
His  death  alone  can  satisfy 
Tfieir  rage  :  —  with  deaf 'ning  shout  they  cry 

To  Pilate,  —  ''Crucify  him !  " 

6  Thou  canst  not,  but  with  horror,  think 

That  this  devoted  nation 
Thus  mix  their  cup  of  wrath  to  drink 

To  distant  generation. 
Think  too,  my  soul,  how  't  is  with  thee  ! 
What  are  thy  sins  ?  —  and  art  thou  free 

From  guilt  for  death  of  Jesus  ? 

7  Behold  the  man !  —  it  was  for  thee 

His  shame  and  griefs  were  suffer'd  ; 
Now  hear  him  say  —  "  Behold,  in  me, 
"  The  victim  for  thee  offer'd  ! 


HYMNS.  219 

"  The  guilt  was  thine,  —  its  fearful  load 
"  I  bore,  atoning  with  my  blood, 
"  I  died,  from  death  to  save  thee  !  " 


8  Blest  Jesus,  God's  beloved  Son  ! 

Who  all  my  sins  removest,  — 
Exalted  to  thy  Father's  throne. 

Show  that  my  soul  thou  lovest ! 
And  let  thy  griefs  and  death,  0  Lord, 
New  life  and  peace  to  me  afford,  — 

Thus  glorify  thy  mercy  ! 

9  And  when  the  world,  w^hen  flesh  and  blood 

To  paths  of  sin  allure  me  ; 
That  I  may  Jceep  the  heav'nly  road, 

From  wand'ring  to  secure  me, 
In  mercy  cry  to  me  —  "  Behold 
"  The  man,  who  suffer'd  ills  untold 

"  For  thee  !  —  Wilt  thou  forsake  me  ? " 

10  Redeemer,  I  have  sworn  to  thee, 

—  Let  not  my  purpose  waver  !  — 
As  my  God  liveth,  —  that  in  me 
Thy  love  shall  rule  forever  : 
And  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  death 
And  sorrows,  while  I  have  my  breath. 
Constrain  me  to  be  faithful ! 

B.  Muenter. 


220  HYMNS. 

117.  CHRIST  ON  THE  CROSS. 

1  Come  now,  my  soul,  thy  thoughts  engage 

On  what  by  Christ  was  spoken, 
When  on  the  cross  man's  deadly  rage 
With  griefs  his  heart  had  broken. 

His  words  may  prove 

A  gift  of  love, 
The  best  his  love  could  offer ; 

Keep  them  in  store. 

And  learn  their  pow'r, 
When  cali'd  thyself  to  suffer. 

2  What  then  employ'd  his  care  the  most, 

Of  his  first  pray'r  the  burden. 
Was  that  the  scoffing,  cruel  host 
From  God  should  find  a  pardon. 

"  Forgive  !  forgive  ! 

"  And  let  them  live  ! 
"  My  Father,  0  forgive  them  ! 

"  They  little  know 

"  What 't  is  they  do, — 
"  Their  darken'd  hearts  deceive  them." 

3  How  good,  for  hate  to  render  love, — 

'T  is  what  his  pray'r  would  teach  us,  — 
Nor  seek,  by  inj'ry,  to  remove 
The  injuries  that  reach  us. 

'T  would  also  teach  — 

In  grace  how  rich 
The  man  who,  vv^hen  with  rudeness 

Malignant  foes 

His  good  oppose. 
Opposes  only  goodness. 


HYMNS.  221 

4  To  Mary  then  he  made  address. 

Where  she  with  John  was  mourning ; 
And  from  his  cross  sooth'd  her  distress. 
His  heart  with  pity  yearning  ; 

"  Mother,  thy  son 

"Behold!  —  this  one 
•'  Belov'd  by  me,  will  love  thee  !  "  — 

"  Thy  mother  see  ! 

"  And  do  for  me 
"  As  love  to  both  shall  move  thee  ! " 

5  So,  Lord,  thy  friends  shall  ever  share 

Thy  love,  nor  meet  denial : 
Thou  watchest  them  with  tender  care. 
In  seasons  of  their  trial. 

By  deed  and  word, 

Thou'lt  help  afford, 
When  sorrows  may  depress  them  : 

In  all  their  grief, 

Thou'lt  give  relief, 
And  with  new  mercies  bless  them. 

6  Then,  next,  our  Savior  spake  the  word 

To  one  this  pray'r  addressing  — • 
*'  Remember  me  with  favor.  Lord, 
"  And  grant  me  then  thy  blessing, 

"  When  thou  the  throne 

"  And  glorious  crown 
'*  Shall  take,  as  Prince  of  Heaven  !  " 

"  To  thee  the  bliss 

"  Of  Paradise  "  — 
He  said  —  "  this  day  be  given  ! " 

19* 


222  HYMNS. 

7  How  sweet  this  promise  to  assuage 

The  cares  of  saints  who  hear  it ! 
Should  Death  redouble  all  his  rage, 
No  longer  shall  they  fear  it. 

With  all  his  pow'r. 

What  can  he  more 
Than  soul  and  body  sever  ? 

While  they  shall  rise 

To  perfect  joys 
In  Paradise  forever. 

8  But  while  the  malefactor's  joy 

Thy  words,  0  Lord,  awaken, 
Yet  deeper  griefs  thy  soul  employ, 
Now  by  thy  God  forsaken. 

"  Eli !  my  God  ! 

"  How  great  the  load 
"  I  here  am  doom'd  to  suffer  ! 

"And  when  I  cry 

"  To  thee  on  high, 
"  No  answer  wilt  thou  offer  ! " 

9  Learn  hence  this  lesson,  0  my  soul,  — 

When  griefs  from  God  assail  thee. 
When  waves  of  sorrow  o'er  thee  roll, 
Let  not  thy  patience  fail  thee  ! 

Till  life  be  past,* 

Hope  to  the  last 
To  see  the  storm  abating  ! 

In  faith  abide  ;  — 

Through  Him  who  died. 
For  mercy  pleading,  waiting. 


HYMNS.  223 

10  He  speaks  again,  and  feebly  cries, 

—  His  thirst  from  anguish  growing,  — 
"  I  thirst !  "  —  Thus  spake  he  whose  supplies 
Of  life  to  all  are  flowing. 

What  can  it  mean  !  — 

It  thence  is  seen 
How  he  was  bow'd  with  curses. 

For  crimes  of  thine 

Through  years  of  sin, 
That  thou  might  sing  of  mercies. 

1 1  And  further,  too,  well  may  it  teach  — 

How  much  it  meets  his  pleasure, 

That  still  his  cross,  in  all  and  each, 

Of  good  should  work  its  measure. 

Be  ye  aware ! 

Whose  anxious  care 
Your  thirst  for  grace  is  showing,  — 

To  give  you  drink, 

Himself  would  sink 


And  when  his  strength  well  nigh  was  gone. 

His  soul  with  griefs  replenish'd, 
Then  said  he  —  "  Now  the  work  is  done  I  " 
But,  What  work  then  was  finish'd  ? 
'T  was  often  told 
By  seers  of  old,  — 
Through  ages  't  was  predicted, 
That  on  the  Son, 
For  sins  our  own, 
Such  griefs  should  be  inflicted. 


224  HYMNS. 

13  'Tis  finish'd  !  What  for  thee  remains  ? 

Would  thou  the  work  go  over, 
As  if  the  sinner's  toil  and  pains 
Could  help  his  guilt  to  cover  ? 

The  work  is  done  1 

Well  be  it  known  — 
Naught  can  be  added  to  it. 

'Tis  thiae,by  faith, 

To  trust  his  death, 
And  by  thy  living  show  it. 

1 4  His  sorrows  now  approach  their  end,  — 

"  Receive,"  he  cries,  "  ray  spirit ! 
*'  This,  Father,  I  to  thee  commend, 
"  Thy  glory  to  inherit. 

"  My  soul  receive, 

"  When  it  shall  leave 
*'  My  heart,  which  death  is  chilling; 

"And  thus  shall  close 

*'  My  heavy  woes, 
*'  Thy  plan  of  grace  fulfilling  !  " 

15  Grant,  0  my  God,  that  such  an  end 

May,  when  I  die,  attend  me  ! 
That  I  with  joy  into  thy  hand 
Of  mercy  may  commend  me  ! 

0  let  my  Lord's 

Last  spoken  words 
My  last  words  too  be  spoken  ! 

Then  let  me  rise 

To  take  the  prize 
Of  bliss  that's  never  broken  ! 

Paul  Gerhard. 


HYMNS.  225 

118.  LAST  WORDS  OF  JESUS. 

1  "  'T  IS  finisli'd  !  "  —  thus,  in  tortures  dying. 

Spake  Jesus  with  triumphant  voice  ; 
Words,  from  our  fears  relief  supplying, 
Which  bid  confiding  souls  rejoice 
That  now  the  off 'ring  is  complete 
By  which  they  find  a  mercy-seat. 

2  Our  Savior  dies  !  — the  rocks  are  rending. 

In  darkness  hides  the  glimm'ring  sun ; 
Down  to  the  dead  new  life  descending. 
The  graves  of  saints  are  open  thrown  : 
Earth  quakes, — the  temple-veil  divides, — 
Nothing  the  seat  of  mercy  hides. 

3  How  much,  0  Lord,  art  thou  fulfilling, 

While  Death  and  Hell  their  pow'r  display .' 
Thy  agonies  the  wrath  are  stilling 
Which  on  a  world  of  sinners  lay. 
The  work  is  done  !  there  needs  no  more. 
But  that  for  mercy  we  implore. 

4  Our  all  to  thee,  O  Lord,  we  tender. 

No  less  thy  benefits  require  ; 
Help  us,  that  we  the  service  render. 
To  which  our  grateful  hearts  aspire  : 
With  needed  strength  our  weakness  meet. 
That  we  our  off'ring  may  complete. 


226  HYMNS. 

5  Oft,  painful  fears  of  Death  alarm  us  :  — 
0  nerve  us  for  that  trying  hour  ! 
May  tlien  the  courage  fully  arm.  us 
Wherewith  thou  hast  subdued  his  pow'r : 
Thus,  by  thy  strength  brought  conq'rors  through, 
We  will  exclaim  —  '"T  is  finish'd  !  "  too. 

J.  E.  Schmidt. 


119.  DEATH  OF  JESUS. 

1  Let  tears  descend  ! 
Man's  noblest  friend, 

In  deeds  of  love  untiring, 
Now,  amid  reproach  and  shame. 
Is  with  thieves  expiring. 

2  Let  tears  descend  ! 
Man's  injur'd  friend 

In  snares  of  Hell  is  taken : 
What  the  grief  his  soul  endures, 
While  by  all  forsaken  ! 

3  Let  tears  descend  ! 
Man's  sufT'ring  friend 

His  soul  to  God  is  breathing : 
Ransom  for  a  guilty  world 
By  his  death  bequeathing. 

4  Let  tears  descend  ! 
Man's  faithful  friend 

In  dreary  grave  is  lying : 
Weep  no  more  !     Sweet  sleep  is  there 
Rest  and  strength  supplying. 


HYMNS.  227 


Weep,  weep  no  more ! 

Our  Lord,  with  pow'r, 

Without  corruption  seeing, 

Shall  from  death,  in  glory  new. 


Rise  to  endless  being. 

C.  W.  Ramler. 


BURIAL  OF  JESUS. 

1  Now  to  the  tomb 
Thyself  art  come. 

Who,  for  us  death  enduring, 

Didst  bear  the  curse  for  sin. 
Eternal  life  procuring. 

2  Death  wrought  his  will 
On  thee,  and  still 

Our  life  in  thee  reposes, 
>     As  of  weak  mortals  now 
The  grave  thy  form  incloses : 

3  Yet,  in  the  grave. 
Thy  God  shall  save 

Thee,  from  corruption  seeing  : 

And  soon  be  shown  thy  pow'r 
From  death  thy  body  freeing. 

4  Yes,  and  at  last, 
When  Time  is  past. 

Us  from  the  grave  thou'lt  waken  ; 

And  why  should  now  our  hearts 
With  fear  of  it  be  shaken  ? 


228  HYMNS. 

5  Nay,  we  will  there 
Till  thou  appear, 

In  peace  and  hope  recline  us  ; 

Then,  through  thy  death,  to  thee 
From  death  and  grave  will  join  us. 

6  Ye,  whom  in  chains 
The  world  detains, 

May  at  corruption  tremble  : 

Through  Christ,  our  moulder'd  flesh 
His  body  shall  resemble. 

7  No,  —  nothing's  lost, 
Sure  is  our  trust. 

The  very  dust  that's  sleeping, 

For  glory  purified. 
Shall  leave  the  earth's  safe  keeping, 

8  Then  let  the  grave 
Our  bodies  have. 

This  matter  nothing  grieves  us  : 

The  thinking  on  thy  grave 
From  all  such  care  relieves  us. 


HYMNS.  229 

121.        RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST. 

1  Dying  a  guilty  world  to  save, 
Jesus  the  shout  of  vict'ry  gave, 

With  his  last  breath  "  'T  is  done  !  "  he  cried. 
In  silent  wonder,  round  the  throne 
The  angels  stood,  when  to  the  Son  — 
"  The  work  is  finish'd  !  "  —  God  replied. 
The  heavens  heard,  and  raise 
New  songs  of  sacred  praise 
To  God  the  Son. 
He  conquers,  —  for  the  vict'ry  dies  ! 
Thus  Judah's  Lion  wins  the  prize  ! 

2  He  left  the  tomb,  with  glory  crown'd, 
God,  reconcil'd,  the  ransom  own'd  ;  — 

The  curse  of  Sinai  rules  no  more  : 
Who  now  thy  triumphs.  Grave,  shall  sing? 
Relentless  Death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
Ye're  captives  to  the  victor's  pow'r. 
'T  is  done,  in  Hell's  despite. 
This  work  of  grace  and  might,  — 
Jesus  be  prais'd  ! 
Great  Death-destroyer  !  with  thine  aid. 
Of  Death  who  now  shall  be  afraid  ? 

3  Assert,  victorious  King,  thy  throne  ! 
A  people  shall  thy  sceptre  own, 

Unnumber'd  as  the  morning  dew  : 

They're  safe  who  put  in  thee  their  trust ! 
Zion,  all  glorious  from  the  dust, 

Thou  wilt  restore  with  honors  new. 
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230  HYMNS. 

Though  fire  and  sword  impede, 
The  church  shall  rise  :  —  the  deed, 
Jesus,  is  thine ! 

Hell  rages,  —  this  but  swells  thy  praise. 

Thy  vict'ries  all  its  fury  raise. 

4       Thou  wilt  appear  to  judge  our  race,  — 
Grant  me,  Redeemer,  then  a  place 
Among  the  saints  upon  thy  right ! 
Thou  Savior  from  avenging  doom 
When  flames  shall  earth  and  skies  consume, 
Afore  prepare  me  for  thy  sight ! 
High-seated  on  thy  throne, 
The  Conq'ror,  God's  own  Son, 
Thy  grace  bestow ! 
That  T  may  love  thy  service  here. 
And  with  thy  saints  at  last  ajipear. 


122.        RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST. 

1  My  Savior  lives! — and  through  death's  dreary  gloom] 

Now  streams  the  dawn  of  day. 
The  Prince  of  life  to  us  with  life  is  come  ! 

The  grave  has  lost  its  prey  ! 
In  death  awhile  he  slumber'd, 

Now  wakes  with  strength  to  save ; 
No  more  w^ith  sorrows  cumber'd. 

He  left  them  in  the  grave. 

2  My  Savior  leads.'  —  and  Hell,  and  Grave,  and  Death 

Are  driven  back  to  Night ! 
My  soul  he  strengthens  now  with  cheerful  faith. 
To  seek  his  home  of  light. 


HYxMNS.  231 

Through  shades  of  Death,  —  beside  me, — 
And  through  the  grave,  —  still  on. 

He  heavenward  will  guide  me. 
The  path  himself  has  gone. 

3  My  Savior  reigns !  —  on  high  in  glory  reigns  ! 
His  throne  shall  ever  last ! 
With  power  divine  the  sceptre  he  sustains, 
His  trials  all  are  past. 
At  death  my  trials  closing, 

]My  soul  with  him  shall  rest ; 
My  flesh,  in  hope  reposing. 
Shall  wake,  with  glory  blest. 

Hopfensach. 


123.        RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST. 


Who  is  this  with  glory  gleaming, 
His  features  bright  with  vict'ry  beaming. 
That  shines  amid  sepulchral  gloom  ? 
Mortals  !  —  of  your  dread  annoyer. 
Of  Death  —  it  is  the  great  Destroyer, 
Who  now  triumphant  leaves  the  tomb 
His  grave  is  empty  now,  — 
His  foes  are  lying  low 
All  around  him. 
His  praises  tell ! 
O'er  Death  and  Hell, 
In  grateful  songs,  his  vict'ry  show  ! 


232  HYMNS. 

2  Sin  brouglit  Death  and  desolation,  — 
Thou  Prince  of  life  and  of  salvation, 

Of  Death  thou  hast  subdu'd  the  might : 
That  to  earth  peace  might  be  given, 
And  man  enjoy  the  hope  of  heaven. 
Thyself  didst  leave  the  realms  of  light. 
Thy  struggle  not  for  thee,  — 
Thy  vict'ry.  Lord,  for  me  — 
Me  a  sinner ! 
Thy  death  endur'd 
My  life  secur'd. 
And  set  my  prison'd  spirit  free. 

3  Jesus,  shall  I  not  adore  thee  ? 

My  thanks  shall  never  cease  before  th^e. 
Thy  praise  my  heart  can  ne'er  decline. 
Thou  for  me  the  fight  sustaining. 
In  death  a  perfect  vict'ry  gaining,  — • 
Thy  vict'ry.  Conqueror,  is  mine. 
My  love  shall  endless  be, 
For  boon  so  rich  and  free,  . 
Mighty  Hero : 
Songs  too  of  praise 
And  thanks  I  raise 
To  thee,  eternal  God,  to  Thee. 

4       Now,  this  Conqueror  addressing, 
Come,  sinners,  humbly  seek  his  blessing. 

And  fix  your  faith  on  Him  alone  ! 

Each  with  me  now  bow  before  him, 
With  songs  of  grateful  praise  adore  him. 

And  tell  what  he  for  us  has  done  ! 


HYMNS.  233 

His  word  let  all  believe, 
As  God's  own  truth  receive 

All  his  teaching  ! 

He  won  the  prize, 

And  bids  us  rise 
That  in  his  glory  we  may  live. 

When  the  cup  of  Death  is  tasted, 
For  us  his  terrors  all  are  wasted,  — 
Where  is  his  sting  ?     What  can  he  do  ? 
Jesus  lives  !  — His  saints  he  numbers, 
His  voice  shall  wake  us  from  our  slumbers. 
And  then  our  graves  be  empty  too. 
Those  who  his  promise  trust,  — 
He'll  raise  them  from  the  dust  — 
Vict'ry  shouting. 
The  voice  —  it  comes  — 
*'  Leave  now  your  tombs  ! 
"  Arise,  and  triumph  with  the  just !  " 

What  a  day  of  bliss  surprising, 
When  now  the  Sun  of  glory  rising, 

Shall  scatter  Death's  long-gather'd  gloom  ! 
0  what  joy  and  M^onder  blended, 
When,  all  our  night  of  darkness  ended, 
The  morn  shall  break  upon  our  tomb  ! 
Great  Leader,  guide  our  way 
On  to  that  glorious  day,  — 
Lo,  we  follow ! 
Yes,  though  thy  path 
Shall  lead  through  death, 
We'll  follow  thee  without  delay. 
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234  HYMNS 


Terror,  Lord,  to  Hell  thou  givest,  - 
Thyself  hast  died,  —  and  yet  thou  livest ; 
Thy  life  and  reign  shall  ever  last : 
Vict'ry,  life,  a  throne  in  heaven. 
His  world  to  rule,  thy  God  has  given  :  — 
And  till  thy  glory  shall  be  past. 
In  it,  't  will  be  thy  care 
That  all  thy  friends  shall  share 
Here,  hereafter. 
By  thy  behest, 
We  here  are  blest, 
And  look  for  endless  blessings  there. 

B.  Muenter. 


124.  ASCENSION  OF  CHRIST. 

1  Rejoice,  ye  saints  !  — your  fears  be  gone  ! 
Your  Lord  ascends  to  take  his  throne,  — 
He  conquers  !  —  with  triumphant  voice. 
Proclaim  his  vict'ry  and  rejoice  ! 

2  His  conflict  here  is  finish'd  now, 
Death  is  disarm'd,  a  vanquish'd  foe, — 
Peace  to  the  world  from  God  is  giv'n, 
And  He  with  glory  crown'd  in  heav'n. 

3  Now  all  abroad,  and  to  the  sky. 
Extol  his  pow'r  and  majesty ; 

The  seraphim  resound  his  praise,  — 
To  him  your  highest  anthems  raise  ! 


HYMNS.  235 

4  All  nations  are  his  purchas'd  right, 
His  sceptre  rules  with  grace  and  might, 
"Will  ever  rule,  till  at  his  feet 

All  foes  shall  to  his  pow'r  submit. 

5  In  ev'ry  strait  He  is  at  hand. 
The  guardian  of  his  faithful  band  ; 

He  is  their  Head :  —  your  honors  bring, 
And  let  the  skies  with  echo  ring  ! 

6  Jesus,  accept  our  honors  due  ! 

While  we,  with  praise  and  rapture,  view 
The  glories  of  the  heav'nly  throne. 
To  which  thy  God  exalts  his  Son. 

7  In  thee  our  store  of  blessings  lies. 
And  faith  in  thee  secures  the  prize 
So  dearly  purchas'd,  with  thy  blood. 
For  all  w^ho  seek  a  pard'ning  God. 

8  What  should  w-e  fear  ?     Tliou  art  our  Lord, 
Thy  pow'r  and  skill  shall  be  our  guard. 
Thy  grace,  all  needed  mercies  grant. 

Thy  fulness,  meet  our  ev'ry  want. 

9  We  joy,  —  in  hope,  when  life  shall  end. 
Eternal  life  with  thee  to  spend ;  — 

On  earth  our  pilgrim-service  done. 
To  serve  with  angels  round  thy  throne. 

10  0  draw  us  to  thee  more  and  more. 
That  upward  our  desires  may  soar. 
And  seek  the  things  that  are  above. 
Where  sits  the  Savior  whom  we  love. 


236  HYMNS. 

11  And  may  thy  throne  of  glory  there 
So  sink  all  earthly  joy  and  care, 
That,  from  a  life  of  faith  below. 
We  may  ascend  to  glory  too. 

12  Then  will  we,  0  thou  sinners'  friend, 
With  nobler  pow'rs  thy  fame  extend  ; 
And,  to  thy  praise,  new  songs  employ 
In  regions  of  eternal  joy. 


125.  JESUS,  KING  OF  GLORY. 

1  Lift  up  now  your  heads  for  the  Prince  ever  glorious ! 

Wide  open,  ye  gates  of  the  world,  to  your  King ! 
He  comes,  —  over  Hell  and  his  foes  all-victorious. 
He  comes  his  salvation  to  bring. 

2  He  comes,  who  alone  spoiling  Death  of  his  terrors. 

Can  quell  our  alarms  of  the  opening  grave  ; 
Who  sinners,  from  bondage  to  ruinous  errors, 
By  grace  is  almighty  to  save. 

3  Their  hands,  stead  of  bonds,  the  glad  palm-branch 

are  bearing ; 
And  hopes,  stead  of  sorrows,  are  filling  the  breast : 
For  prison-groans,  songs  now  their  joys  are  declaring. 
Their  troubles  are  follow'd  by  rest. 

4  His  heralds  haste  onward  the  message  of  heaven, 

Proclaiming  salvation,  and  life  from  the  dead : 
Away  the  dark  clouds  of  delusion  are  driven, 
And  night's  gloomy  shadows  are  fled. 


HYMNS.  237 

5  May  we,  King  of  glory,  our  honors  now  bringing, 
For  all  the  rich  tokens  to  man  of  thy  love ; 
In  life  and  in  death  here  thy  praises  be  singing, 
Then  sing  nobler  praises  above. 


J2g  THE  KINGDOM  OF  CHRIST 

ON  EARTH. 


1  Can  human  thought  thy  secret  counsels  measure, 

Our  King  at  God's  right  hand,  our  sov'reign  Lord  ? 
We  see  thee  form  a  people  for  thy  pleasure, 

Thy  little  flock  from  ev'ry  mischief  guard. 
Where  is  a  work  of  wonder  like  thine  own  ? 

An  humble  work,  and  yet  of  glory  too  ! 

So  still,  —  on  earth  't  is  heeded  but  by  few, 
So  great,  that  angels  hail  it  round  thy  throne. 

2  Celestial  principalities  and  powers 

Here  learn  thy  wisdom  deep,  and  manifold : 
While,  over  sinners,  righteous  vengeance  lowers. 

Proposing  terms  of  peace,  thee  they  behold. 
Thy  law  and  grace  together  must  unite  — 

Can  light  and  darkness  then  be  made  agree  ? 

Faith  wonders  :  —  naught  but  darkness  can  we  see. 
But  all  thy  darkness  only  leads  to  light. 

4  Yes  —  't  is  through  death  that  thou  to  life  art  leading, 
The  vict'ry  is  alone  for  them  who  yield  : 
The  shadows  thick  must  first  abroad  be  spreading, 
Before  thy  morning  star  can  be  reveal'd. 


238  HYMNS. 

Here  clouds  and  darkness  circle  us  around, 

Through  deserts  wild  and  drear  lies  oft  our  way,  — 
Till  we  will  hail  of  light  a  single  ray, 

Rejoice,  when  one  poor  blade  of  comfort's  found. 

4  Thine  eye  of  fire  the  universe  pervp,ding, 

To  Thee  the  secret  thoughts  of  all  are  known  ; 
How  oft  the  hearts,  our  confidence  persuading. 

Are  to  thy  view  unsound  and  faithless  shown. 
Thy  call  and  choice,  what's  scorn'd  by  others,  raise, 

The  lowly  are  preferr'd  :  —  men  would  not  spare 

The  plant,  that  in  thy  garden  wins  thy  care. 
And,  more  than  proudest  tree,  yields  fruit  of  praise. 

5  The  poor  man,  not  the  rich,  thy  gifts  replenish,  — 

That  praise  to  thee  may  ne'er  be  mix'd  with  pride ;  — 
Before  thy  light  must  human  glory  vanish  ; 

The  glory  of  thy  grace  alone  abide. 
Thou  teachest  all  —  thine  all-sufliciency ; 

For  humble  souls  thou  keepest  open  door, 

Against  the  proud  thy  gates  wilt  doubly  bar, 
Our  weakness  make  us  feel  in  victory. 

6  No  change  or  weakness  do  thy  plans  discover  ;  — 

Who  shall  presume  to  form  thy  council-board  ? 
Thou  dost  thy  will :  —  and  only  when  't  is  over. 

We  then  may  learn  the  pleasure  of  our  Lord. 
Here  is  a  land ;  —  for  harvest  ripe  it  seems ; 

Thou  sendest  thither  messengers  of  grace,  — 

"  'T  is  Midnight !  "  —  is  the  cry,  —  but  in  its  place, 
Beliold  thy  mercy  spreads  its  morning  beams. 


HYMNS.  239 

A  station  here  —  thou  lettest  foes  destroy  it,  — 
'T  was  one,  perhaps,  of  which  thy  flock  were  proud : 

There,  guardest  well  from  all  that  would  annoy  it, 
A  barren  field  where  scarce  a  blossom  blow'd. 

Here,  with  thy  host  display'd  in  martial  line, 

Struck  down  in  midst  of  life,  their  champion  died, — 
There,  lone  and  feeble,  for  relief  applied 

A  sickly  guest,  —  where  now  thy  temples  shine. 

8  As  river  courses,  human  hearts  thou  turnest ;  — 

That  secret  wisdom,  Lord,  is  only  thine  : 
The  vict'ry,  oft,  with  striving  long  thou  earnest, 

But,  oft,  one  word  of  grace  will  vict'ry  win. 
The  wildest  tempers  to  thy  beck  are  tame,  — 

How  many  foes  receive  thy  gentle  sway  ! 

The  strongest  now  are  led  thy  willing  prey,  — 
They  stay  to  bless  thee,  who  for  cursing  came. 

The  age  of  wonders  never  yet  has  ended  ;  — 
Thy  name  is  "  Wonderful,"  nor  suffers  loss. 

They  see  it  not,  whose  glare  themselves  has  blinded. 
When  shine  abroad  the  wonders  of  the  cross. 

Still  by  thy  angels  are  the  light'nings  sped  — 
Lo  !  Sennacherib,  with  his  dauntless  host. 
Of  scorn  to  thee  and  people  makes  his  boast,  — 

The  morning  comes,  —  th'  insulting  foe  has  fled. 

.0  To  testify,  —  with  joy  thy  people  hasten, — 
That  Israel's  Hero  thou  abidest  still ; . 
And  though  thy  hand  maj'bow  them  oft,  and  chasten. 
They  leave  thee  not,  —  thy  Spirit  rules  their  will. 


240  HYMNS. 

So  much  of  light  upon  our  hearts  has  shone, 
How  could  we  wish  to  live  in  darkness  more  ! 
Who  once  has  known  thee,  and  thy  saving  pow'r, 

A  thousand  times  will  trust  thee  —  thee  alone. 

11  We  of  thy  glory  now  can  only  stammer, 
Although  in  glory  thou  art  ever  great. 

Blest  he  who,  in  these  times  of  doubt  and  clamor, 
By  faith  maintains  allegiance  to  thy  state. 

Now  fitful  glimpses  break  the  gloom  of  night,  — 
But  earth  from  pole  to  pole  shall  own  thy  sway: 
Thy  triumphs  then  shall  show,  in  endless  day. 

Thyself  art  wisdom  —  all  thy  darkness,  light, 

A.  Knapp. 


127.  JESUS  IN  GLORY. 

1  Our  Jesus,  now  at  God's  right  hand, 

Is  high  in  glory  seated  : 
He  reigns  in  that  dear  father-land 

From  far  with  transport  greeted. 
Whither  our  warm  affections  move, 
And  where  celestial  spirits  love 

Him,  as  their  Lord,  to  honor. 

2  Above  all  principality 

His  shining  throne  he  raises, 
The  angels'  highest  minstrelsy 

In  vain  would  reach  his  praises : 
To  Him  the  songs  of  cherubim. 
Responded  by  the  seraphim, 

Cry  "Holy!  Holy!  Holy!" 


HYMNS.  241 

3  All  things  are  subject  to  his  reign, 

The  earth  and  skies  together,  — 
What  is,  and  what  has  ever  been, 

Tlie  upper  world  and  nether  ; 
All  pow'r  and  might  of  ev'ry  name 
Shall  own,  dear  Lord,  thy  sov'reign  claim  — 

Thy  rule  is  universal. 

4  Thou  must  too  be  our  great  High-priest, 

Thy  blood,  our  soul's  oblation  ; 
None  else  can  show  our  guilt  releas'd, 

Or  bless  us  with  salvation. 
The  grace  we  need  none  else  can  give, 
For  none,  like  thee,  a  priest  shall  live 

To  intercede  forever. 

5  Bright  hopes  to  us  thy  love  affords. 

To  faith  thou  naught  deniest ; 
Thou  reignest  now  the  Lord  of  lords, 

Above  all  kings  the  Highest : 
Thy  throne  of  righteousness  secure 
Through  endless  ages  will  endure, 

Dispensing  grace  and  judgment. 

6  Immanuel !  ever  at  our  side 

Thou'lt  be,  till  time  is  ended, 
Tlirough  all  our  pilgrimage  to  guide. 

With  pow'r  and  mercy  blended  : 
Tn  ev'ry  strait  wilt  bring  us  through,  — 
For  us  contend  and  conquer  too, — ■ 

Till  Death  himself  is  vanquish'd. 
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242  HYMNS. 

7  Thou  say'st  —  "  Him  that  shall  overcome 

"  None  from  my  joys  shall  sever  ; 

"  A  child  of  God  I'll  bring  him  home, 

"  To  share  my  throne  forever ; 
"  E'en  as  I  too  have  vict'ry  won, 
"  And  sit  upon  my  Father's  throne 
"  In  majesty  and  glory." 


128.     CHRIST  COMING  TO  JUDGMENT. 


1  The  trumpet  sounds  !  —  the  day  is  come  ! 

In  glory  Christ  revealing ; 
To  men  the  day  of  final  doom  — 

Their  state  forever  sealing. 
He  comes !     The  Son  of  man  is  here, 
Borne  on  a  cloud,  see  him  appear 

Array 'd  in  robes  of  judgment ! 

2  Earth's  fleeting  schemes  of  error  fail, 

But  firm  the  truth  of  ages ; 
Now  right  decides  with  even  scale, 

And  sin  receives  its  wages ; 
Repentance  has  no  longer  space. 
Art  and  deception  find  no  place,  — 

'T  were  vain  to  seek  false  witness. 

3  Here,  on  the  brink  of  endless  fate, 

Each  takes  his  sev'ral  station  : 
All  who  have  lived,  both  small  and  great, 
Since  first  the  world's  creation ; 


HYMNS.  243 

Each  by  th'  Omniscient  seen,  they  stand. 
Though  countless  as  the  ocean's  sand,  — 
All  wait  the  solemn  sentence. 


4  He  speaks !  —  the  list'ning  skies  are  still,  - 

All  eyes  on  Jesus  centre. 
While  awe  and  dread  the  bosom  fill :  — 

"  Come  ye,  your  kingdom  enter.'" 
He  says  to  those  who  mercy  sought : 
And  then,  —  to  all  who  priz'd  it  not, — 

"  Depart  from  me,  ye  cursed !  '^ 

5  0  Lord,  with  what  resistless  might 

Thy  doom  of  justice  sounded  ! 
The  sinners,  who  refus'd  thy  right. 

Sink  down  to  Hell,  confounded  ; 
Where  meets  them  deep,  unmingled  wo, — 
Ah  !  who  can  ever  save  them  now  ? 

All  hope  is  gone  forever  1 

6  But  lo  !     The  saints  ascend  on  high, 

Cloth'd  with  the  light  of  heaven ; 
Their  Savior  leads  them  through  the  sky  — 

What  burst  of  joy  is  given  ! 
For  now  they  see,  with  raptur'd  eyes. 
That  faith  and  love  receive  the  prize. 

Through  grace  rich,  free,  abounding. 

7  And  see !  — they  take  the  mansions  bright, 

Where  God  prepar'd  their  dwelling : 
Like  angels  now,  —  and,  to  their  sight. 
Their  joys  are  onward  swelling  : 


244  HYMNS. 

They  knew  in  part,  —  now,  all  is  clear, — 
Nor  doubt,  nor  sorrow  enters  here, 
To  break  their  bliss  unceasing. 

8  Oft,  Jesus,  from  thy  judgment-seat, 

Would  I  reflection  borrow  : 
That  thus  my  soul  may  fearless  meet 

The  waves  of  earthly  sorrow. 
0  teach  my  hopes  above  to  mount. 
While,  rhindful  of  my  last  account, 

I  search  thy  truth  for  guidance ! 


DOXOLOGIES 


SERVING  ALSO  AS  AN 


INDEX  TO  THE  MEASURES  OF  THE  HYMNS. 


I.    OF    FOUR  LINES. 

I. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
While  angels  bow  before  him, 

With  joy  let  all  the  ransom'd  host 
Sing  praises  and  adore  him. 

(Hymn  38.) 

n. 
To  God,— the  Father,  and  the  Word, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  —  with  one  accord. 
Let  us  with  angels  join  to  raise 
The  song  of  gratitude  and  praise. 

or 
When  angels  "  Holy  !  Holy  !  "  cry, 
*'  Supreme  in  grace  !  "  let  saints  reply, 
And  strive  in  praise  to  honor  most 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

(H.  52,  83,  96,  124.) 

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246  DOXOLOGIES. 

III. 

3  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  sing  praises, 

The  God  whom  christians  love  ; 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  death  and  Hell  he  raises, 
To  endless  joys  above. 
(H.  59.) 

IV. 

4  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost,  sing  praises ! 
He  is  the  God  of  grace :  —  and  from  the  mazes 
Of  sin,  and  death,  and  Hell,  he  bids  us  come 
To  joys  on  high  —  a  bright,  eternal  home. 

(H.  80.) 
V. 

5  Now  to  our  God  —  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Holy  Spirit,  sing  ! 
With  praise  to  God,  the  Three-in-one, 
Let  all  creation  ring. 

(H.87.) 
VI. 

6  Now  to  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

Let  the  earth  her  praises  sing ! 
And,  ye  angels,  as  ye  hear  it. 
Let  the  skies  your  echoes  ring  ! 

(H.91.) 

vn. 

7  To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

From  earth  let  praise  arise  ! 
Ye  angels,  as  ye  hear  it. 

Prolong  it  through  the  skies ! 

(H.  101,  104.) 


DOXOLOGIES.  247 

vni. 
8  To  God,  —  to  the  Father,  the  Son,  and  the  Spirit, 
Let  saints  now  with  angels  in  praises  unite  ! 
Beginning  the  joys  they  shall  fully  inherit 
Forever  in  regions  of  light. 

(H.  135.) 


II.     OF    FIVE    LINES. 

I. 

9  To  God,  the  Father  of  our  Lord, 
To  God,  the  Son,  the  living  Word, 

To  God,  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Let  saints  their  grateful  notes  prolong, 
"  The  God  of  grace  "  their  only  song. 

(H.  36.) 

II. 

10  Let  saints  below  their  honors  bring 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  ; 
Here  tune  their  voice  the  praise  to  sing 
That  shall  employ  the  heavenly  host, 
Forevermore. 

(H.  46.) 

III. 

1 1  To  God,  the  Father  of  our  Lord, 
To  God  the  Son,  tl^e  living  Word, 
To  God,  the  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

Our  songs  we  raise, 
"N^Tiile  heav'n  resounds  with  higher  praise. 

(H.  82, 85.) 


248  DOXOLOGIES. 

IV. 

12  To  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit, — One, — 

As  by  the  host  of  heaven, 
Honor,  thanks,  and  ceaseless  praise 
By  the  earth  be  given  ! 

(H.  119.) 
V. 

13  To  God  alone, 
The  Three  in  One, 

On  earth  be  praises  given. 

As  by  the  saints  redeem'd, 
And  angel-hosts  in  heaven. 

(H.  120.) 


III.     OF     SIX    LINES. 

I. 

14  To  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  —  One,  — 
The  God  who  reigns  in  heaven,  — 

As  done  above, 

May  praise  and  love 
By  all  on  earth  be  given, 
(H.  6.) 

II. 

15  Now  to  the  Father-GoD,  who  gave  us 

His  Son  to  bear  away  our  guilt ; 
To  God  the  Son,  made  flesh  to  save  us, 

Whose  blood  was  for  our  ransom  spilt : 
To  God  the  Spirit  of  all  grace. 
Let  praise  ascend  from  ev'ry  place. 

(a.  d,  12, 39,  49, 53,  62,  74, 84, 86, 89, 106, 118.) 


DOXOLOGIES.  249 


16  Come,  let  us  now  our  honors  bring, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  sing,  — 

The  song  of  angels  raising  ! 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above. 
Unite  in  holy  joy  and  love. 

Our  God  Jehovah  praising ! 

(H.11,73.) 
IV. 

17  Praise  to  the  Father-GoD,  who  gave  us 

His  Son  to  seek  and  save  the  lost ; 
To  God  the  Son,  who  died  to  save  us,  — 

Nor  less  to  God  the  Holy  Ghost : 
Eternal  praise,  for  grace  abounding, 
To  God,  the  Tliree  in  One,  be  sounding  ! 

(H.25.) 
V. 

18  Praise  to  God  the  Father  bring,  — 
Well  our  praise  his  favors  merit ; 

And  with  equal  praises  sing 
God  the  Son,  and  God  the  Spirit : 
Praise  in  song,  ye  heav'nly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

(H.26,  60.) 


19        To  God,  whose  boundless  favors 
Demand  our  best  endeavors 

In  songs  of  grateful  praise,  — 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 
As  well  their  glories  merit. 
Let  earth  and  skies  loud  anthems  raise. 

(H  35.) 


250  DOXOLOGIES. 

VII. 

20  Our  God,  who  from  heaven 
His  blessings  has  given,  — 

The  Father,  the  Son,  and  the  Spirit  we  sing ; 

While  angels  before  him, 

And  saints  too  adore  him, 
Exalting  with  praises  Eternity's  King. 

(H.  45.) 
VIII. 

21  To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Spirit,  —  Three  in  One,  — 
On  earth  be  praises  given ; 

While  angels  raise 

Their  higher  praise 
With  the  redeem'd  in  heaven. 

(H.  63.) 
LX. 

22  Him,  who  gave  his  only  Son ; 

Him,  who  died  from  death  to  raise ; 
Him,  who  makes  the  Savior  known. 

All  ye  ransom'd  join  to  praise  ! 
Praise  in  song,  ye  heav'nly  host. 
Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

(H.  78.) 
X. 

23  Let  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
By  saints  and  angels  round  the  throne, 

By  all  on  earth  who  love  the  Lord. 
To  Him,  whose  grace  all  good  supplies. 
Now  let  our  Hallelujahs  rise  ! 
(H.  81.) 


DOXOLOGIES.  251 

XI. 

24  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit, 

Now  ye  saints  exalt  with  praise  : 
And,  ye  angels,  as  ye  hear  it, 
Higher  still  your  anthems  raise  ! 
Striving  how  to  honor  most 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

(H.  103.) 
XII. 

25  To  God,  —  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  —  One, — 

Be  honor,  glory,  blessing. 
With  songs  of  praise  unceasing ! 
Let  all  on  earth  adore  him. 
And  angels  bow  before  him  ! 

(H.  113.) 


IV.     OF    SEVEN    LINES. 

I. 

26     Thou  God  and  Father  of  our  Lord, 

We  bring  our  praise  before  thee ; 
Thou  equal  Son,  the  living  Word, 

With  praises  we  adore  thee  : 
Thou  Holy  Ghost,  accept  the  praise 
Which,  taught  of  thee,  alike  we  raise 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 
or 
Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Holy  Ghost  give  praises  ! 
To  God,  whose  grace  to  sinners  shown 

From  death  to  glory  raises : 


252  DOXOLOGIES. 

Let  saints  below,  and  saints  above, 
With  angels  vie  in  showing  love, 
'T  is  man  alone  finds  mercy. 

(H.  1, 9,  13,  22,  24,  23,  40,  47,  49,  54,  55,  67,  77,  79,  90,  100, 

102, 107,  116,  127,  128.) 

Another  doxology  of  this  measure  may  be  found,  H.22,  stanza  13. 

II. 

27  Let  all,  with  heart  and  voice, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit 

Sing  praises  and  rejoice  ! 
To  Him,  his  Son  who  gave. 
To  Him,  who  died  to  save. 
To  Him,  who  works  our  peace. 
Our  honors  we  address. 
(H.  15.) 

III. 

28  Glory  now  to  God  who  gave  us 
His  Son  to  bear  away  our  guilt ! 

To  God  the  Son,  made  flesh  to  save  us. 
Whose  blood  was  for  our  ransom  spilt. 
To  God  the  Spirit  of  all  grace. 
Let  saints  resound,  in  endless  praise, 
Glory ! 

(H.  17.) 
IV. 

29  To  GoD  be  praise  !  —  Tlie  Father  of  our  Lord. 

Tlie  Son  and  Spirit,  too. 
With  grateful  songs  of  honor  be  ador'd. 

By  all  who  dwell  below ; 
While  hosts  above,  with  joy  unceasing. 
To  Him  give  glory,  honor,  blessing: 

To  God  be  praise  ! 
or 


DOXOLOGIES.  253 

Praise  Him  that's  true. !  —  The  Father  of  our  Lord, 

The  Son  he  loves  so  well. 
And  Holy  Ghost —  forever  be  ador'd  ! 

Let  saints  His  praises  tell 
Whom  angels,  for  his  truth  unbending, 
Extol  with  praises  never  ending,  — 

Our  God  is  true  ! 

(II.  23,  68,  70.) 
V. 

)     Praise  ye  the  Lord  !  —  To  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Ghost  —  be  sacred  honors  done  ! 
He  is  the  God  of  grace,  —  and  bids  us  come 
From  all  our  wand'rings  to  a  peaceful  home.     . 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  ! 

His  praise,  his  praise 
Shall  there  employ  our  songs  through  endless  days. 

(H.27.) 
VI. 

:  It  here  must  pleasure  be, 

0  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 
To  all  who  grace  inherit, 

Their  praise  to  offer  thee. 
But  when  to  us  in  heaven 
Angelic  notes  are  given. 
What  must  our  pleasure  be  ! 

(H.  92.) 
VII. 

I  Now  to  our  God  in  heaven,  — 

The  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  —  be  given 
Our  praise  for  mercy  shown : 

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254  DOXOLOGIES. 

Let  all  his  saints  on  earth  adore. 
And  saints  above  be  singing  — 
"  Glory  forevermore  !  " 
(H.  114.) 


V.       OF    EIGHT   LINES. 

I. 

33  Jehovah, God!  —  The  Father,  Son, and  Spirit, — 

Accept  our  humble  sacrifice  of  praise  ! 
For  all  the  good  we  have,  or  shall  inherit, 

To  thee  our  song  of  gratitude  we  raise. 
The  Father  gives  for  us  his  only  Son, 

The  Son  to  pay  our  ransom  freely  dies, 

The  Holy  Ghost  the  purchas'd  grace  applies, — 
Eternal  praises  to  the  Three  in  One  ! 
(H.2,  126.) 

II. 

34  Now  God,  the  Father,  praise, 
On  earth  as  done  in  heaven  ;  — 

To  Jesus,  his  dear  Son, 
Be  equal  praises  given  ; 
Help  us,  thou  Holy  Ghost, 
Whom  we  with  praise  adore, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee 
To  praise  forevermore. 

(H.  3,  18,  2d,  21,  37,  51,  105.) 


DOXOLOGIES.  255 

III. 

35  All  ye  who  grace  inherit. 

The  God  of  grace  adore  ! 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit 

Give  praise  forevermore ! 
Of  mercies  here,  the  treasure 

Demands  our  praise  and  love ; 
And  praise  shall  be  our  pleasure 

Before  his  throne  above. 

(Hymn  4,  93,  115.) 
IV. 

36  Saints  and  angels  bow  before  thee, 

Singing  praises  near  thy  throne  ; 
So,  0  Lord,  let  earth  adore  thee. 

Praising  God,  the  Three  in  One  ! 
God  the  Father,  grace  supplying,  — 

God  the  Son,  the  way  of  grace,  — 
God  the  Spirit  —  sanctifying,  — 

Aid  and  own  our  songs  of  praise  ! 
(H.  5,31.; 

V. 

37  It  was  the  Father's  wondrous  love 

That  gave  his  Son  to  die. 
And  sent  his  Spirit  from  above 

To  train  us  for  the  sky : 
Now  to  our  God, — the  Father,  Son, 

And  Holy  Ghost, — we  sing, — 
With  praise  to  God,  the  Three  in  One, 

Let  all  creation  ring  ! 

(H.7,53.) 


256  DOXOLOGIES. 

VI. 

38  Praise  to  Him,  his  Son  who  gave  us 

Here  to  seek  and  save  the  lost ! 
Praise  to  Him, — who  died  to  save  us! 

Praise  to  Him  —  the  Holy  Ghost ! 

Ever  praise  the  Three  in  One  ! 

He  is  God,  —  and  He  alone  ! 
Saints  and  angels  bow  before  him, 
Let  the  earth  with  songs  adore  him  ! 

(H.  10,  19,  94.) 
VII. 

39  Come  let  us  now  our  honors  bring, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Sp"iit  sing, — 

The  song  of  angels  raising  ! 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Unite  in  holy  joy  and  love. 

Our  God  Jehovah  praising  ! 
'Tis  He  who  first  our  being  gave, — ■ 
He  gives  his  grace  our  souls  to  save. 

(H.  14.) 
VIII. 

40  The  Lord  is  God  !  —  To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

Let  saints  unite  their  grateful  songs  to  raise  !  — 
Till  all  the  nations  of  the  world  shall  hear  it. 
And  too  shall  learn  to  swell  the  notes  of  praise. 
Let  earth  and  skies  rejoice 
To  spread  his  name  abroad, — 
And  shout  with  thankful  voice, — 
"  r//e  Lord  is  God  !  " 

(H.  16.) 


DOXOLOGIES.  257 

IX. 

41  It  was  the  Father's  wondrous  love 

That  gave  for  us  his  Son  to  die. 
And  sent  his  Spirit  from  above, 

To  train  us  for  his  joys  on  high : 
Now  to  our  Gou  —  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Holy  Ghost  —  our  praise  w^e  sing. 
Let  saints  below,  to  Him  alone. 

And  saints  above,  their  honors  bring  I . 
(H.  28.) 

X. 

42  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  aid  our  songs. 

While  we  our  praise  are  singing 
To  Him  —  to  whom  all  praise  belongs, — 

To  God,  our  honors  bringing  : 
Your  praises  join,  ye  ransom'd  host 

From  ev'ry  tribe  and  nation. 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Proclaim  the  great  salvation  ! 

(H.  30.) 
XI. 

43  Saints  and  angels  bow  before  thee, 

Singing  praises  near  thy  throne  ; 
So,  0  Lord,  let  earth  adore  thee, 

Praising  God,  the  Three  in  One  ! 
God  the  Father,  source  of  blessing, 
God  the  Son,  of  love  unceasing, 

God  the  Spirit  of  all  grace,  — 

Now  accept  our  song  of  praise  I 

(H.  43,  53,  112.) 

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258  DOXOLOGIES. 

XII. 

44  High  let  us  now  our  voices  raise, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  praise,  — 

His  gracious  aid  and  ear  imploring  ! 
Let  angels,  as  they  hear  the  song. 
The  notes  of  joy  and  love  prolong, 

Jehovah,  Gop  alone,  adoring. 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  and  pow'r 
Demand  our  praise  forevermore. 

(EI.  57.) 
XIII. 

45  From  God  the  Father,  through  the  Son, 

And  by  the  Holy  Spirit, 
Believers  shall  around  the  throne 
Eternal  joys  inherit. 
Here  let  them  raise 
Their  songs  of  praise. 
Till  nobler  songs  be  given, 
To  swell  their  praise  in  heaven  ! 

(H.  64,  65,  97.) 
XIV. 

46  Now  to  our  God  in  heaven,  — 

The  Father,  and  the  Word, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  —  be  given 

Our  praise  with  one  accord. 

Let  all  on  earth  adore. 
With  saints  their  honors  bringing, 
And  with  the  angels  singing  — 

"  Glory  forevermore  ! " 
CH.  69.) 


DOXOLOGTES.  259 

XV. 

47  Now  to  the  Father-GoD  who  gave  us 

His  Son  to  bear  av/ay  our  guilt ; 
To  God  the  Son,  made  flesh  to  save  us. 

Whose  blood  was  for  our  ransom  spilt ; 

To  God  the  Spirit  of  all  grace, 

Let  praise  ascend  from  ev'ry  place  ! 
This  God  is  ours  !  — let  earth  adore  him, 
While  saints  and  angels  bow  before  him  ! 

(H.  72.) 
XVI. 

48  Now  to  God,  the  Three  in  One, 

Songs  of  glory  raise  ! 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
God  the  Spirit  —  praise  ! 
The  God  of  love  ! 
Boundless  wisdom,  grace,  and  pow'r 
Give  to  Him,  as  evermore 
Is  done  above  ! 

(H.  88.) 
XVII. 

49  Praise  ye  the  Lord  !  —  The  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Holy  Spirit  praise  ! 
To  Him  be  everlasting  honors  done, 

For  matchless  pow'r  and  grace  ! 
Our  life  —  't  is  He  who  gave  it, 

'T  is  his  to  take  away ;  — 
Our  soul  —  't  is  his  to  save  it, 

And  bless  with  endless  day. 

(H.  95,  122.) 


260  DOXOLOGIES. 

VI.     OF    NINE    LINES. 

I. 

50  To  God  —  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Holy  Ghost  —  sing  praises  ! 
The  God,  whose  sov'reign  grace  alone 
From  death  to  glory  raises. 
Saints  below,  above. 
Sing  Redeeming  love  ! 
Angels,  swell  the  song ! 
Our  notes  of  praise  prolong ! 
Sing  "  Holy !  Holy  !  Holy  !  " 

(H.  66.) 

II. 

51  Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Holy  Ghost  give  praises  ! 
The  God,  whose  wondrous  mercy  shown 

From  death  to  glory  raises : 
Let  saints  below,  and  saints  above 
With  angels  vie  in  showing  love  ! 
Sav'd,  when  on  waves  of  ruin  toss'd. 

The  saints  should  most 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

(H.  111.) 


DOXOLOGIES.  261 

MEASURES  FOR  WHICH  NO  DOXOLOGIES  HAVE  BEEN 
SUPPLIED. 

VII.     OF    TEN    LINES. 

52  (I.)  H.  32.  54  (iii.)     H.     41. 

53  (II.)  H.  34.  55  (iv.)     H.     76. 

56  (V.)  H.  117. 


VIII.     OF    ELEVEN    LINES. 
57  (I.)     H.  61.  58  (II.)     H.  121. 


IX.     OF    TWELVE   LINES. 

69    (I.)    H.  50.  98.  110.  123.         61   (iii.)     H.     99. 
60  (II.)   H.  75.  62  (IV.)     H.  108. 


X.     OF    FOURTEEN    LINES. 
63.     H.  29.  42.  44.  71.  109. 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS 


Hyma.  Page. 

1.  The  God  of  Nature 5 

2.  The  God  of  Grace, 7 

3.  The  God  of  Nature  and  of  Grace 8 

4.  PowerofGod 11 

5.  LoveofGod, 12 

6.  WordofGod, 13 

7.  Tree  with  golden  Fruit, 15 

8.  Knowledge  of  God  from  his  Word, 15 

9.  Law  and  Gospel, 17 

10.  OntheSoul, 19 

11.  Care  of  the  Soul 20 

12.  Sudden  Death  of  a  Sinner 22 

13.  Sinners  warned  in  view  of  the  Judgment, 24 

14.  Scoffers  confounded  at  the  Judgment, 26 

15.  Self-examination, 28 

IG.  Living  Waters, 32 

17.  Call  to  Sinners, 34 

18.  Repentance 36 

19.  Penitent's  Plea, 38 

20.  Conscience  appeased, 40 

21.  Faiih 43 

£2.  Salvation  by  Faith, 44 

23.  Redemption, 48 

24.  Hope  in  God's  Mercy, 49 

25.  Love  of  God  the  chief  Good, 51 

26.  Sinners  received  by  Jesus, '. 52 

27.  Father-land 54 

2:5.  Savior  found, 55 

23.  Grace  accepted, 55 

30.  RestinJesus 58 


204  INDEX      OF      SUBJECTS. 

nymn.  Pa^^e. 

31.     Safely  in  Jfisiis 59 

3'i.    Christ  our  Rock, 61 

33.    Treasure  in  Heaven, C3 

31.    Christ,  the  Believer's  Portion. C4 

35.  Vanity  of  Kiirth, 06 

36.  Vanity  of  the  World, 69 

37.  Christian's  esliin;itc  ofthe  World, 7! 

3^.     Vanity  of  earthly  Pursuits, 73 

39.  Jesus  and  the  World    75 

40.  Wisdom  of  the  Just, 76 

41.  Praise  to  Christ, 78 

42.  Love  to  Christ, 79 

43.  I.ove  to  Christ  tested, 81 

44.  Confidence  in  Christ   B3 

45.  Christ  the  good  ^he;)llerd, 85 

40.    Christ's  Presence  his  People's  Joy, 87 

47.  Joy  of  Cod's  Presence 8^ 

48.  Jesus  remomhcred, 90 

4f).    Prayer 91 

50.  Missionaries'  Prayer, 93 

51.  Cenerul  Prayer, <.0 

52.  Prayer  for  gc  icral  .Mercies, !!8 

53.  V\orth  of  Prayer 100 

54.  Prayer  to  the  Trinity, 102 

55.  Believer's  Conflict, J (3 

£6.     The  Christian  Warfare. 104 

57.  Pilgrimage  of  Life lO'i 

58.  Rest  in  lieuven, 109 

59.  Path  of  Life, 110 

CO.     Way  to  [leaven, Ill 

61.  Desponding  Christian  and  Christ, 112 

62.  Godly  Fear, 114 

63.  Joy  in  God,  1  Hi 

64.  Confidence  in  God, I  H 

65.  Trust  in  God, I'i) 

C6     God  our  Defence Ill 

67.     God's  Guidance. |-2) 

Os.     (;od  our  Light,  &c    ]•?:> 

69.     Faithfulness  of  God 12() 

73.    God  is  true ]'20 

71.  Christian's  Mojie I  Ml 

72.  Christian  Love, 313 


INDEX     OF     SUBJECTS.  265 

Eymn.  Pa-5e. 

Assurance  of  Hope, 135 

Christian's  Thanksgiving, 136 

Thanksgiving,  (Ps.  103,) 133 

Gnd  our  Father 141 

Relief  to  the  Poor, 145 

Marriage, 143 

Morning  Hymn, 149 

Evening  Hymn, 151 

Death, 152 

Happy  Death 153 

View  of  Death,  a  means  of  Holiness, 155 

(,'hristian  in  view  of  the  Grave, 157 

Prayer  fur  Support  in  Dea*h, 130 

Flope  in  Death, 103 

Release  by  I'eath 162 

Aiming  for  Heaven, 163 

Confi  lence  of  Immortality 165 

Christian's  view  of  Eternity 1^8 

Longing  for  Home, 170 

Pleasure  in  Heaven HI 

At  Peuth  of  an  aged  Christian, 172 

Children  on  Death  of  a  Mother 174 

To  a  Christian  mourning  pious  Friends, 177 

At  a  Christian's  burial 178 

Christian  in  prospect  of  the  Resurrection, ISO 

Resurrection  of  Saints, 181 

Advent  of  Christ, 182 

Birth  of  Christ 184 

Simeon  and  the  infant  Jesus, I8S 

Prayer  of  Simeon, Is8 

Visit  of  N'ngi, 189 

ChiUhood  of  Jesus. KO 

John  the  Fore-runner, 193 

Mi:nstry  of  Jesus, 195 

Example  of  Jesus, 196 

Jesus  our  Pa'.tern, 198 

Miracles  of  Jesus, 202 

Jesus  on  Tabor, 2C5 

Tears  of  Jpsus, -00 

Seizure  cf  Jesus 2€8 

Jesus  deserted, 210 

Peter's  Denial, 212 

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266  INDEX     OF     SUBJECTS. 

Hymn.  Page. 

115.  Jesus  before  the  Council, 215 

116.  Jesus  before  Pilate, 217 

117.  Christ  on  the  Cross, 220 

118.  Last  words  of  Jesus, 225 

119.  Death  of  Jesus, 226 

120.  Burial  of  Jesus, 227 

121.  Resurrection  of  Jesus, 229 

122.  "        "        "      "      230 

123.  "        "        "      "      231 

124.  Ascension  of  Christ, 234 

125.  Jesus,  King  of  glory, 236 

126.  Kingdom  of  Christ  on  Earth, 237 

127.  Jesus  in  Glory, 240 

128.  Christ  coming  to  Judgment, 242 

DOXOLOGIES, 245 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Hymn. 

Ah,  when  shall  I  be  from  sinning 56 

All  our  hope  on  Him's  suspended 50 

All  with  Jesus  are  delighted 43 

As  God  shall  lead  I'll  take  my  way 67 

Aspire,  my  heart,  on  high  to  live 33 

A  tow'r  of  safety  is  our  God 65 

Awake,  my  soul,  from  sleep  arise 79 

Behold  the  man  !     How  heavy  lay 116 

Beware,  O  man,  lest  endless  life 33 

Bow  thine  ear,  I  now  implore  thee 19 

Can  human  thought  thy  secret  counsels  measure 126 

Can  I  this  world  esteem  1 37 

Christ  our  bliss,  all  joys  combining 110 

Come  now,  my  soul,  thy  thoughts  engage 117 

Dear  Savior,  when  I  here  am  blest 71 

Dread  Majesty  above ! 3 

Dying,  a  guilty  world  to  save 121 

Earth's  boasted  joys  and  splendor 35 

Firm  is  my  hope  of  future  good 73 

For  help  O  whither  shall  I  flee? 55 

From  deep  distress  to  Thee  I  pray 24 

Full  of  wonder,  full  of  skill, 78 

God  is  Love,  then  sing  his  praises 5 

God  is  my  Light— 68 

God,  to  my  soul  benighted 69 

Good  Shepherd  and  tender 4.> 

Great  thy  sorrows,  injur'd  Jesus, ,  112 

Happy  the  man  who  wins  the  prize 72 

Hark!  the  trump  of  God  is  sounding 98 


268  INDEX     OF     FIRST     LINES.  ! 

Hymn. 

Hasten  ye  who  wish  his  favor 17 

Heiivenward,  still  heavenward 83 

Here  many  wise  and  prudent  grow 40 

He  who  once  came  as  suff'ring  man 14 

How  could  I  wish  a  greater  blessing 25 

How  great  the  wonders  wrought  by  thee 109 

How  headless,  ho^v  secure  is  man 83 

How  sad  will  be  the  sinner's  part 13 

How  trying  to  the  heart 113 

I  AM  redeem'd  I  — 23 

1  hail  the  day,  in  prospect  bright 97 

I  love  thee,  Lord,  with  love  sincere 42 

I  'm  but  a  weary  pilgrim  here CO 

Impart,  O  Lord,  thy  light 15 

In  glory  bright,  O  God,  thou  dwellest 8 

I  now  have  found  abiding  rest SO 

I  now  have  found  the  Rock  of  ages 22 

In  thee,  O  God,  I  tind  my  joy C3 

I  too  through  Jesus  may  in  peace 102 

I  trust  the  Lord 6 

Jehovah  is  my  light!  his  grace  revealing, 2 

Jesus,  my  chief  pleasure 34 

Jesus,  my  Lord  and  God 61. 

Jesus,  of  what  we  should  approve 107 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  when  thou  art  near 4G 

King,  to  Jews  and  gentiles  given 103 

Know  ye  the  land  7 27 

Let  tears  descend  ! 119 

Lift  up  now  your  heads,  &c 125 

Lord  Jesus  Christ,  my  spirit's  health 44 

Lord,  on  the  soul's  enduring  worth 11 

Love,  honor,  praise  and  thanks  to  Thee, 41 

Man  were  better  nam'd  a  sj)irit 10 

Most  High,  with  reverence  to  fear  thee 62 

Most  holy  Jesus,  fount  unfailing 108 

My  life  is  but  a  pilgrim  stand 57 

My  richest  comfort,  here  while  living 53 

My  Savior  lives,  and  through  Death's  dreary  gloom Iii2 

Now  in  thy  presence  I  appear 52 

Now  one  in  health  Death  instant  crushes :  12 

Now  to  the  Lord  sing  praises, 75 

Now  to  ihe  tomb la) 


INDEX      OF      FIRST      LINES.  269 

* 

Hymn, 

O  Bethlkhem,  O  Rethlehem lllO 

O  tell  me  not  of  glitt'riiig  treasure 39 

O  that  I  had  a  thousand  voices 74 

Our  blessings  come,  O  God 51 

Our  God  is  true!  — 70 

Our  Jesus  now  at  God's  right  hand 127 

Our  Lord  wept  o'er  Jerusalem Ill 

Rkjuice,  ye  saints,  your  fears  be  gone 124 

Remember  Jesus,  Gjd's  dear  don 48 

Repent !   nor  still  delay 18 

Robes  of  white  thy  f  nn  inclosing 94 

Rule  thou  my  portion.  Lord!  my  skill 65 

Shall  I  not  his  praise  be  singing 76 

Sinai  flames  its  awful  wonders 31 

Soon  in  the  gi  a ve  my  flesh  shall  rest 87 

Steep  and  thorny  is  the  way 69 

That  I  shall  die,  full  well  I  know 81 

That  men  to  truth  might  not  i»e  strangers 106 

The  day  is  gone,  the  weary  sun  declming 80 

The  fountain  flows  ! — ,.. 16 

The  [!oly  Law  and  Gospel  both 9 

The  Lord  of  our  salvation 115 

The  poor  are  waiting  at  your  door 77 

The  reaper  now  is  waiting 93 

The  Savior  comes,  sing  prai  e  to  Him 99 

The  trumpet  sounds,  the  day  is  come 128 

The  way  of  Christians  leads  through  deserts  dreary 59 

The  world  enslav'd  to  sin 105 

This  man  sinners  doth  receive 26 

Though  manhood's  feeble  nature 104 

Thou  God  the  Father,  now  in   ove 54 

rhou  Great  i'irst  Cause,  when  of  thy  skill , 1 

'T  is  finished  !  —  thus  in  tortures  dying Ii8 

To  thee.  Lord  Jesus,  now  1  come 29 

To  us  salvalion  now  is  come 22 

Upon  a  hill  there  stands  a  tree 7 

[Jrg'd,  Lord,  by  sinful  terror Ill 

We  are  but  pilgrims  here  below ,58 

Weary  now,  that  Home  of  [ileasure 91 

We  give  this  body  t  .  the  dust 96 

We  're  thine,  O  God,  forevermore 85 

Whatever  God  does  is  fitly  done 64 

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270  INDEX      OF     FIRST      LINES. 

Eymn. 

What  meanest  thou  my  soul 20 

What  without  thee  would  I  have  been? 23 

When  they  may  chance  to  meet  together 72 

Who  is  this  with  glory  beaming 123 

\^'ho  knows  how  near  my  life's  expended  1 86 

Who,  Lord,  has  any  good  whatever 49 

Who,  Lord,  thy  deeds  can  measure? 4 

Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee 47 

Why  so  alarm'd  my  deathless  spirit 84 

Why  vex  thyself  with  anxious  fears 30 

Why  weepest  thou  ?  — 95 

Will  it  no  pleasure  be 92 

Without  true  faith,  O  Lord 21 

Yes,  I  was  born  lo  live  forever 89 

Ye  who  with  years  are  sinking 101 


CORRECTIONS. 


Page  35,  last  word,  read  '  Lehmns  '. 
"     40  line  15,  for  'how'  read  'who  '. 
"     91,    "    last,  for  'wilt'  read  'will'. 
"  116,    "    3,  from  bot.  for  'thy  '  read  '  my  '. 
"   168,    "     15,  for  'the'  read  'thy'. 
'*   178,    "    13,  for 'Why  —  ?'   read  ' O  weep  no  more ! 


APPENDIX: 

A  VERSION  OF  "  Dies  Irae  ",  and  of  a  part  of 
"  Stabat  mater". 


(  The  Latin  hymns  may  be  found  in  the  "  Encyclopaedia  Americana  ", 
under  the  words  "  Dies  "  and  "  Stabat ".) 


DAY  OF  JUDGMENT. 

Judgment  comes  !  —  that  day  of  mourning ! 
Earth  in  flames  !  — to  ashes  turning! 
So  the  Scriptures  give  us  warning. 

How  will  fear  the  soul  be  rending, 
When  the  Judge  is  seen  descending, 
Angel-hosts  their  Lord  attending ! 

Hark,  —  the  trump  !  — its  blast  of  wonder 
Tears  the  graves  of  Earth  asunder  ! 
These  their  prison'd  charge  surrender ;  — ■ 

Death  and  Nature  frighted,  quaking, 
While  the  dead,  their  tombs  forsaking, 
Are  their  place  for  trial  taking ! 

Then,  before  the  world  collected. 
Books  are  open'd,  and  inspected, 
And  by  these  the  doom  directed. 


272  APPENDIX. 

When  the  Judge,  for  judgment  seated, 
Marks  for  vengeance  unremitted 
Open  crimes,  and  crimes  secreted  ;  — 

Guilty  —  what  can  I  be  pleading? 

Who  for  me  be  interceding  ? 

Saints  themselves  are  mercy  needing. 

Savior,  thron'd  in  exaltation. 

Thou  hast  wrought  a  free  salvation, — 

Save  me  from  that  condemnation ! 

Think  of  all  thy  way  from  heaven 
That  my  sins  might  be  forgiven,  — ■ 
Must  I  still  to  wo  be  driven  ? 

Seeking  me,  thy  strength  oft  fail'd  thee, 
On  the  cross,  ills  thick  assail'd  thee, — 
Have  thy  suff 'rings  naught  avail'd  thee  ? 

Righteous  Judge  of  retribution. 
Grant  to  me  thine  absolution, 
Ere  that  day  of  execution  ! 

For  my  sins  my  soul  is  sighing. 
Guilt  with  shame  my  cheek  is  dyeing. 
While  for  mercy  I  am  crying. 

Weeping  Mary  met  thy  pity,  — 
Thou  didst  hear  the  thief's  entreaty,  — 
Still  to  save  thou  art  almighty. 

Nothing  all  my  pray'rs  are  earning, 
Teach  me  !  — that,  thy  mercy  learning, 
I  may  'scape  eternal  burning. 

With  thy  friends  my  station  give  me, 
Nor  with  those  thou  hatest  leave  me. 
But  upon  thy  right  receive  me. 


APPENDIX.  273 

When  the  curse,  thy  foes  oppressing, 
Sinks  them  into  wo  unceasing, 
May  I  hear  thy  voice  of  blessing ! 

Sad  and  prostrate,  I  adore  thee, 

And  with  contrite  heart  implore  thee, — 

"  Let  me  then  rejoice  before  thee  !  " 

When,  0  Lord,  at  thy  assizes, 
Man  from  dust  for  judgment  rises. 
Though  our  crimes  deserve  thy  curses. 
Show  us  then  thy  tender  mercies  ! 

Jesus,  Savior,  Prince  of  peace. 

Bid  our  grief  and  terror  cease  !  —  Amen ! 


MARY  AT  THE  CROSS. 

Near  the  cross  was  Mary  weeping. 
There  her  mournful  station  keeping. 

Gazing  on  her  dying  son  : 
There  in  speechless  anguish  groaning, 
Yearning,  trembling,  sighing,  moaning. 

Through  her  soul  the  sword  has  gone 

0  what  grief  on  her  was  pressing, 
Lately  blest  beyond  all  blessing. 

Mother  of  that  promised  seed  ; 
Sorrow,  agony  unbounded. 
Horror  all  her  thoughts  confounded. 

While  she  saw  her  darling  bleed. 

Who,  with  heart  to  love  another. 
Could  have  seen  this  weeping  mother, 

And  could  yet  remain  unmov'd  ? 
Who  have  kept  from  sympathizing 
With  her  spirit  agonizing 

For  the  pangs  of  him  she  lov'd  ? 


274  APPENDIX. 

What  he  for  his  people  suffer'd, 
Stripes,  and  scoffs,  and  insults  offer'd. 

His  fond  mother  saw  the  whole ;  — 
Never  from  the  scene  retiring, 
Till  he  bow'd  his  head,  expiring. 

And  to  God  breath'd  out  his  soul.  *  *  ' 

[But  we  have  no  need  to  borrow 
Motives  from  the  mother's  sorrow, 

At  our  Savior's  cross  to  mourn. 
'T  was  our  sins  brought  him  from  heaven, 
These  the  cruel  nails  had  driven,  — • 

All  his  griefs  for  us  were  borne. 

When  no  eye  its  pity  gave  us. 
When  there  was  no  arm  to  save  us. 

He  his  love  and  pow'r  display'd  : 
By  his  stripes  he  wrought  our  healing, 
By  his  death,  our  life  revealing, 

He  for  us  the  ransom  paid. 

Jesus,  may  thy  love  constrain  us. 
That  from  sin  we  may  refrain  us, 

In  thy  griefs  may  deeply  grieve  : 
Thee  our  best  affections  giving, 
To  thy  glory  ever  living. 

May  we  in  thy  glory  live  ! 


DOXOLOGY. 

Who,  with  deepest  adoration. 
Should  extol  the  great  salvation 

Wrought  by  grace  for  sinners  lost .? 
Sinners  sav'd  !  —  your  honors  bringing. 
Swell  its  praises,  ever  singing 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost !  ]      _ 


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